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

[whatyouwant]

Yeah, okay. [Sounds suspicious, but sure. If she's still acting weir]

If something more was wrong, you'd tell us, right?

[mayavericks]

I... Wouldn't know where to begin.

[A glance toward Elle.]

I saw something in the execution that made me uneasy.

[whatyouwant]

I'm guessing it was something other than the execution itself? [As if that wasn't disturbing enough.]

[mayavericks]

Naturally.

[She shifts a little.]

The plush toy they won was a giraffe. It... just seemed rather pointed.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle looks a little confused.]

Are giraffes some kind of crazy predator where you come from?

[mayavericks]

No, no. Nothing like that.

But they are... a narrator of sorts, when it comes the competition I am in.

[whatyouwant]

Narrator? Like for the plays and stuff you're in?

[mayavericks]

Not quite.

I recently found myself involved in a series of duels. We are competing for... an impossible prize, really. The Giraffe narrates those duels. The Revues

[whatyouwant]

Is that why you're so good with the sword? Because of these duels?

[mayavericks]

Well, it certainly helps but. [She shakes her head.]

We want our performances to be as realistic as possible. The more we know about proper swordsmanship, the better.

[whatyouwant]

What were you competing for?

[mayavericks]

The ability to stand on any stage, anywhere. One wish, essentially.

[whatyouwant]

Wow. Where would you want to perform?

[mayavericks]

[Her expression wavers, just for a moment.]

I have not decided yet. The world is a big stage, though.