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.]

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[mayavericks]

She had a collection of photos of me in her tablet. [These might all be words that Salieri doesn't understand but it's fine.]

I thought they might have been to study my form but... Connor thought otherwise.

[violentenvies]

Photos? Like the pictures we get from the Wizard? [the tablet he doesn't know, but the photos he's picked up through enough conversations about them.

He pauses to consider.]

Did she have any photos of anyone else's form?

[mayavericks]

Not that I could see. I went back a little ways before I realized that it was all... Just me.

[violentenvies]

[Oh.

Oh, he sees. It takes a great amount of effort not to smirk, because this is a serious conversation, and instead keep his expression neutral]

I see. Just you. [he arches an eyebrow a bit] And...have you had time to reconsider your opinion at all?

[mayavericks]

[Ah, hell... The tips of Maya's ears color a faint pink.]

I believe he may have been onto something, after all.

[violentenvies]

And how do you feel about such a thing? Your rival having such an affection for you?

[mayavericks]

Perhaps it isn't terrible. After all, she is the only one that could keep up with me.

[violentenvies]

There is something to be said for having someone at your side who can keep you on your toes.

[mayavericks]

I agree. But... Regardless of where she stands, the matter is all rather... complicated.

[violentenvies]

Is it? [hm???]

By your goals, you mean? Or otherwise?

[mayavericks]

There are a number of attractive young women here. While I doubt anyone could match Saijo-san in performance, they have... other qualities that are worth admiring.

[violentenvies]

Ah, yes, well. I can certainly see why that would make things a bit more complicated. [okay here comes a bit of amusement]

How terrible for you, Mademoiselle Maya, to be beset on all sides in such a way. I simply do not know how you cope. [/s]

[mayavericks]

It is truly a struggle, Maestro. To be trapped away with all these beautiful women. Whatever will I do?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri sighs, then, heavily, clasping his arms behind his back]

Alas, mademoiselle, I'm afraid in this I cannot advise you, seeing as that is not a problem that has ever beset me.

[mayavericks]

Oh? More interested in another type, then? Perhaps... chaotic men?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri goes still at that, glancing at her in startled shock]

--I beg your pardon? [there is definitely a dusting of color starting in his cheeks though]

[mayavericks]

My relationship with Saijo-san was partially antagonistic, you know. The writing is practically on the wall between you two.

1/i don't even know

[violentenvies]

It was--

[violentenvies]

The writing is practically on the--

[violentenvies]

Now, surely, you don't mean--

[violentenvies]

--that is absolutely preposterous--

[violentenvies]

Really, the man is absolutely aggravating in every way--

[violentenvies]

--"The writing is practically on the wall" now, really, Mademoiselle, I have no idea how you could even begin to think--!

[violentenvies]

The only thing I truly find him is absolutely insufferable!

[violentenvies]

[INTERNAL HIGH PITCHED TEA KETTLE NOISE]