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]

[....oh no]

Dare I ask?

[disharmonizes]

I thought, well, there's all these works in progress here, why write my own? [As if he could.] Some musical mockery would really hit the spot right now.

[violentenvies]

[oh for God's sake--]

...you've taken my earlier work out of the baskets. [THANKS HE HATES THIS]

[disharmonizes]

You did leave it here for anyone to pick up.

[violentenvies]

I left it in the wastepaper basket so that it could be disposed of, not reused.

[disharmonizes]

I'm not a mindreader, maestro, so perhaps you should've thrown away a note saying that.

Besides, I don't need it to be any good.

[violentenvies]

[UGH mildly annoyed]

If you wanted to create a collaboration, you should have said so.

[he huffs]

I don't suppose you'll show me what further of a monstrosity you've made it into? [drawled]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I haven't started yet, I'm still trying to pick one. But if you're offering to help...?

[violentenvies]

....I suppose you're going to do this whether I agree or not, aren't you?

[disharmonizes]

Obviously.

A song about how terrible the SQUIP is won't write itself.

[violentenvies]

[Oh.

Oh.

Salieri's mouth curls into a smirk then]

Why, Monsieur Discorde, why didn't you say so?

[he'll move over to the piano, then, opening the lid as he seats himself on the bench, and does a quick scaled flourish from low to high]

I'll help you write one from scratch, even, never mind those old things.

[disharmonizes]

Oh?

[Even better. He idly tosses the sheets he had over his shoulder. Goodbye. Time to just walk closer to the piano, leaning on it a little, watching Salieri do that flourish.]

Well, if you're offering, how could I refuse?

[violentenvies]

You can't, I should hope.

[he runs through a few chord progressions, doing a quick warm up]

Now...what are you thinking? Folk song? [he demonstrates a bit of a light Viennese folk melody] Mocking funeral dirge? [the tune abruptly changes to minor and slows, with a rich, thick harmony] A march, even? [and back to major in structured tempo]

[disharmonizes]

Ooh, something cheery and bouncy. This should be a celebration, after all.

[violentenvies]

Cheery and bouncy, you say?

[and he'll start playing something rather upbeat and cheerful, maybe playing a bit with the melody and different chords, but keeping it very in major]

Something like that?

[disharmonizes]

Ooh, that's perfect! It's like you can read my mind.

[violentenvies]

We just need to add some lyrics to it, I think...

[he continues the jaunty tune, 'hmm'ing in his throat for a moment]

Something like....

Ding-dong! The SQUIP is dead
Which SQUIP then? The Wicked SQUIP!
Ding-dong! The Wicked SQUIP is dead~

[disharmonizes]

[Those lyrics will get an outright laugh from Discord, one of absolute delight.]

Oh, that's horrible and I love it. You have a real talent for this, Maestro.

Not just the music thing, I mean, but mockery.

[violentenvies]

[Really, it's truly ridiculous how pleased he feels when Discord not only laughs at his creation, but compliments him on it. Like a boy with a crush. How embarrassing, and he would be far more ashamed of himself if he didn't feel so giddy]

Yes, well, I so rarely get the chance to combine two of my greatest talents, so how could I resist?

[disharmonizes]

We should do the Wizard next, don't you think? He deserves the same honor.

[violentenvies]

We certainly could. [he turns the march into a minor key, suddenly, smirking]

Another march? Or something different?

[disharmonizes]

I'm not sure... It has to be as insulting as possible, of course, but who knows what that would look like exactly.

We don't have too much to go on.

[violentenvies]

Unfortunately, that's true. [the music shifts a bit again, moving through different modes, different styles] Other than being a terrifying head made of metal and apparently under the thumb of some even higher power...our options are fairly limited.

[disharmonizes]

Of course, it is a very stupid head, so there is that.