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

[tellthestory]

Sure, but these aren't normal circumstances. I don't think it's all that fair, to hold him accountable for writing a story. No one would ever do that, if they thought they were making people somewhere else, and folks need stories.

[It's not fair, either, to blame people for having bad things happen to characters in a story. That's all it is, to them. The Balladeer's not...angry.]

I don't know. It feels...weird, to think I could. [Far less possible than meeting the people here, in his mind, but he guesses you never do know.] I guess I'm curious about his thinking. When he...made me. There's not many people could even have a chance of finding out things like that. I wonder if...I'm how he thought I might be, or if he even thought about me being more than what was on the page at all. I only sing, in the show - I diverged from what he made me to be the second I spoke.

[barberic]

[Benjamin seems to chew that over for a minute or so.]

You know, speaking as a father... I think I'd personally be delighted, if my daughter outgrew my every expectation for her.

[He gives the Balladeer a smile.]

Besides, you're a charming man to talk to, Bal. There's no way he wouldn't be over the moon.

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer smiles crookedly, pleased and a little embarrassed all at once.]

Thanks. That means a lot. I mean - maybe it doesn't matter, I'm not exactly his greatest work character-wise - but it's nice to think he might be happy with me.

[barberic]

Well, perhaps I'm biased, as your friend. But if your competition is a crew of murderers and fairy tale characters, then you may be higher in the running than you think.

[tellthestory]

Oh - no, this is actually really good! There's like a billion recurring musical motifs, and the characters are pretty interesting. There's a narrator in it too, just like me...but they killed him.

[Which...gives the Balladeer some thoughts, certainly. Some none too pleasant ones. But, nonetheless.]

Listen to this, this song's good.

[He flips back from the libretto to find the music.]

Mother cannot guide you.
Now you're on your own.
Only me beside you.
Still, you're not alone.
No one is alone.
Truly, no one is alone.