Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?

[mayavericks]

[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.

It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.

It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.

Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.

Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]

Comments

[violentenvies]

That was Riley's knife? [because what]

That damned Wizard--[there's that thread of anger back in his voice]

[brokeforgood]

Well. Her parents, I guess. But it was—- yeah. [It’s weird, but the anger in his voice makes her almost want to smile. It’s still weird, to have an adult in her life that hasn’t already given up on her. That doesn’t think she’s earned every misfortune she stumbles upon.]

It was. That one.

At least I know where it is, now.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri blows out a breath, reigning that spike of anger in, though it lingers with a slight scowl]

At least there is that, if it must be inflicted here.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. I mean. It’s not like it could get more awful. I’m already dead. [She gives him a gentle pat on the arm.]

So, I need you to stay out of the band room tomorrow for me.

[violentenvies]

[he's about to open his mouth to respond to that but...that catches him off guard]

...I beg your pardon?

[brokeforgood]

I’m already dead?

[violentenvies]

[sldkfhs Farrah pls--it takes a quite deal of control not to laugh at that, arching an eyebrow at her instead.]

The band room?

[brokeforgood]

Oh, yeah. I need you to stay out of it tomorrow.

[violentenvies]

...alright. Any particular reason?

[brokeforgood]

Yeah— an important one.

You’ll find out later.

[violentenvies]

[hmm????? Salieri will give her a bemused look and an arched eyebrow]

No band room, all day?

Very well, if you insist. I shan't go in the Band Room tomorrow.