Week Four

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, Gershwin High School Academy University saw its very first intentional murder! What a milestone! And right after Spongebob's No Murder party, too - that doesn't seem like it bodes very well for anybody's future.

You all wake up this morning with yet another new memory returned to you. You'll also find that the school's external doors have now unlocked. Congratulations! You're free! Unfortunately, you also seem to be entirely in the middle of nowhere. So maybe it's more of a symbolic victory.

Still, you should look around and do some investigation! Maybe you'll find a fun surprise.]

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(( 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

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is just going to give Varian the most dead-eyed stare for a moment because

really]

I fail to see how that's pertinent. [DRY]

kitchen

[tellthestory]

Oh - Spongebob. You're making breakfast?

[After you were so down yesterday, he just sort of figured you wouldn't? Which is fine! But so's this! The Balladeer gets about two seconds of normalcy as he walks into the kitchen, and then he sees Gary.]

What is that.

lounge

[stagemanagers]

[Wow, Discord! That's a lot of coffee! You're probably gonna have to dip in the coffee reserves in the upper cabinets for that!]

[disharmonizes]

[...Boy howdy he sure is going to do exactly that, yes.

Whyyyy?]

[violentenvies]

No. No, I didn't. [Salieri's brow furrows] He welcomed me, even.

[he swallows] He was...ill. And dying. He said he wouldn't finish his Requiem, and I told him that he would live, that he must, because--[Salieri cuts himself off again, brow deeply furrowed in upset, eyes distant even as he stares at the bookshelf across the way]

[stagemanagers]

[When you open the cabinet door, there's writing carved onto the inside. It reads:]

ANYONE?

1/2

[disharmonizes]

[.......okay what the fuck--]

Vending Machine

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer, who was on the other side of the room and quickly began approaching with his open water bottle at the ready, thankfully manages to stop himself before completely soaking Elsa and Bruni both once he seems the flames start to die down somewhat. He still seems alarmed, though! There was a big fireball!]

What is that?

2/2

[disharmonizes]

[...He reaches over and knocks against the inside of that cabinet door.]

I think you've got the order of this all mixed up. First you knock, then I say "who's there", and then you start the set up.

[Discord you're talking to wood.

He might take a quick glance around other cabinets or what have you though for more of this spooky nonsense.]

[stagemanagers]

[The other cabinets are clear! Will you be emptying out the drawers to check in there?]

[disharmonizes]

[Discord? Use an excuse to make a mess of things?

Absolutely he will do that.]

[stagemanagers]

[In the bottom of one of the drawers, beneath a very neat organizer thing full of sugar packets and little creamers and the like:]

CAN ANYBODY SEE THIS?

[Below that, carved in somewhat deeper:]

PLEASE

[disharmonizes]

[Formerly very neat, anyway, before Discord just tosses everything aside without a care to take a look at these.

...More spoops. Okay. This is different.

He's not sure if writing on the wood with a pencil will actually do anything, but he sure is writing "knock knock" below all this anyway because this is my life, these are my choices.]

[mcfife]

Afternoon, Monsieur Salieri. [He briefly taps a fist over his heart.] We finally have a small comfort in our prison.

[mcfife]

Is it based on a true story?

[Wait.]

Or would a man attempt to dress up as The Phantom to hide his identity?

[stagemanagers]

[Nothing happens.]

[violentenvies]

Indeed. [there's a wry smirk to the corner of his mouth at that] How generous of our captors, really.

[disharmonizes]

[Disappointing!

...he's still going to keep causing a mess and just digging through everything in the lounge for more words, just in case. And. Because it's fun. He doesn't need a reason, okay.

Maybe he'll try scratching a smiley face next to that first spooky message he saw. Which may or may not make it creepier if someone else finds it but that's a bonus.

just a lil :)]

[mcfife]

Something about these grounds feels dangerous to me. All this space, but no walls...it has to be another trap.

[Angus remembers something - he got it from the machine.]

Oh, and I found received this. I feel like this was meant for you, judging by the name on the cover. Do you know this man? [He pulls out an old script for a singspiel (he knows that name now) named "Abduction from the Seraglio"]

[mcfife]

Me? [Well, considering everything...] I would say so. Courage is needed to fight monsters and evil wizards. I never thought about it much before.

I have a duty as a prince.

[howtheworldwas]

[ She nods. ]

I knew it was coming, but I guess that doesn't make it any easier. [ which sucks! ] Yours, too?

1/3 whoops forgot cw: dissasociation, auditory hallucinations, flashbacks

[violentenvies]

It certainly feels like it. [dry]

He tilts his head a bit, curious at what Angus received, about to make a comment--when the score is presented to him, and Salieri's voice dies in his throat.

Abduction from the Seraglio by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Salieri goes pale, breath stuttering in his throat as he stares at it. Without even touching it, he can feel the paper under his hands, the press of the cover under his chin, pushing his hea̛d̤̥ uncomfortably u̘p͉͚w̠ạ̼r͈d͕̤̞̫͈̯s̮▓--]

2/3

[violentenvies]

Where did you...[no, no, Angus already said, from that thrice D̴̥̮̅̌̆͂͋͆A̮͚͖̘̖̲̘͌͂͠Ṃ͈͉͕̍ͫ̃̊̚N̩̰̭͍ͭ̿͛̐̇͢Eͤ̆̄̅̎̕D̴̝̠͓̬͋̏̇ vending machine] That is, ah...yes. [Well, Maestro?]

I...do know him, yes--[Ah, Salieri, is that you?]--he's, ah...he's a colleague of mine. [Salieri reaches out to take it, having not yet taken his eyes off of it--Too many notes~?]

3/3

[violentenvies]

Thank you, Monsieur Angus. [his voice almost sounds a bit far away, detached, and he can hear the strains of music, weil ich dir entrissen bin, and there might be a slight tremble in his hand as he opens the cover, staring down at the overture within as moments from last night's dream wash over him, leaving him standing, still and shaking.

No, Maestro, after all the P̽̚A͐ȊNͨ́͗ͤ͑̕▒ you've caused us--!
Salieri can feel the guilt clawing at him, a sharp pain in his chest, he's done something, he caused this, but he doesn't know how--

Antonio? Is th▓t you?
How ar̤̤̻̘͇͔̀ͭ̓̀ͅê̷ͧ̓̾̓▒ ̀͜y̫͗ͤ͛̂͟ơ͔̯̭͗̔ͨ̉ͩ͋̀▓ǔ̦͈̈̎̽͟?]

[disharmonizes]

Ah--

[Oh, hugging is happening and for a bit Discord is just kind of hovering awkwardly, not sure what to do? But Salieri is shooting him a look and that's enough for him to awkwardly put his arm around Spongebob also.

He thinks he's doing this right?]

Right. That.