Week Three

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, some shit went down! Salieri's scene went off without a hitch, but the good mood didn't last. The first motive was a bit of a doozy, and yet it didn't even have anything to do with the eventual accidental death of Mumble Happyfeet! At least Sissi was already pretty much dating Death anyway, right? She's probably fine, wherever she is.

This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.

Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))

Comments

[barberic]

Interesting?

[Said with a friendly probing.]

You don't have to say more if you'd prefer not to, but know that if you need to talk, my friend, I'm yours.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri hesitates for a moment]

I...remembered that I met someone. For the first time.

[...]

Tell me, Benjamin...have you heard of a Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart?

[barberic]

[Benjamin thinks, deep, delving back even into the memories of his school lessons he'd long since buried.]

I don't think so, no.

[Then lightly, with a slightly self-deprecating smile.]

But I'm not surprised, you and I run in much different circles, my friend.

I take it from your hesitation, he didn't make a good first impression?

[violentenvies]

True. And yet you could run circles around them in terms of being someone I would much rather spend time with. [he can't help but tease a little, though it's honest.

But then he huffs, glancing askance]

...I believe that might be a bit of an understatement.

[barberic]

[Teasing or not, it makes him smile.]

Oh? And what was this grievous insult?

[Spill the tea, sis.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri allows himself an annoyed snort, and a roll of his eyes]

...I spoke for a composer in the Emperor's presence, enough that his Majesty chose to commission him for an opera. But when the Steward Rosenberg and I went to visit the rehearsal, we found it in absolute disarray and disorganization. And when confronted, the man had the gal to mock the both of us for it. [SO. ANNOYED.]

[barberic]

Not a very gracious man, is he.

You spoke for the quality of his work, not his personality. If he wants to shoot his own foot, that's his mistake.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri huffs out a small sigh]

Not gracious at all, no. [he doesn't tell Benjamin his music, though--his music--

--but no, not on the heels of Benjamin's happy memory. he shakes his head slightly]

He'll be of little consequence in the end, I'm certain. After this, I doubt the Emperor will want to employ him. I can only hope it doesn't reflect back on myself too poorly.