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

[mayavericks]

[She considers it for a long moment, before giving a nod]

Tea would be good, yes.

[barberic]

[After another long moment of silence, Benjamin lets himself be led, picking himself up off of the floor and following Antonio to a table.]

[violentenvies]

[GREAT. NO. THIS IS

THIS IS FINE there might be a high-pitched teakettle whistling noise that's just...ringing in his ears right now and he can feel his face go so hot but Discord is still right there and far too close and he's trapped]

...right. [his voice sounds a bit strangled, and he's reaching up to nervously straighten his cravat, gaze now darting to the side, avoiding looking at Discord at all] Good.

[barberic]

[Benjamin looks up at Antonio, and then rises to his feet.]

Can you get his feet? I want to move him off of the wreckage, then we can shroud him when Orpheus comes back.

[He moves to the heaviest part of the Balladeer (and the part that will require the most effort, if the fatal pieces of wreckage don't just come up with the body), his shoulders, and crouches down to find a grip under the dead man's armpits.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Things with Maya have been weird since yesterday. She tried to help, she did, but now they're weird and Peregrine hates it. With almost a pout, bitterly, she looks up, holding the cloak protectively. ]

No! [ The goat bleats, like she was the one Peregrine was addressing. ] ...Maybe a little!

[violentenvies]

[ah, well, that'll sober him immediately]

...may I help?

[stagemanagers]

[There's a whiteboard! It's one of those standing ones on wheels, though, not installed on the wall.]

[sugarlumps]

[Written next to the line about the execution setups-]

<-amateur hour wizard?
laaaaaaaaame >(

[violentenvies]

[Salieri swallows, but nods, shrugging out of his jacket taken from the costume shop and tossing it aside on the stage so he has better movement, going around towards where the Balladeer's feet are and bending down to wrap his hands around the man's ankles so he can hopefully help lift him--detach, detach, don't think about it too hard--]

[mcfife]

[Awesome! But not what Angus was looking for. He walks around the garden looking for an exit or a tower or whatever place an evil wizard would like to rest and plot.]

[violentenvies]

[great, he'll go take a look at that then. Anything written on the front or the back?]

[stagemanagers]

[Are you kidding? This is the cutest place on Earth! Haven't you seen Can I Have This Dance?]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[...Well, that's all she wrote them, it seems.

Ever so harshly, pushed out under Cassandra's breath:]

I really fucking hate this guy.

kitchen

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Uhh, sure. I'll give some a try.

[Breakdowns can wait. Cassandra needs breakfast, and! This looks so much better than the last attempt she'd walked in on.]

These look good so far! Did someone teach you to make pancakes?

[barberic]

On the count of three. Ready, [Benjamin's jaw tenses, as he feels the wet, sticky fabric beneath his fingers, the leaden weight and unnatural coldness of the freshly dead. They need to move him quickly so that they can pose him before he becomes too rigid. He needs to keep thinking about it one step at a time, focus on what needs to be done, not on who it's being done to-]

Three...

Two...

One- hup! [With a grunt of effort, he puts his weight into lifting the Balladeer's body, feeling every inch of resistance as splintered wood and twisted metal peel free from the wounds both visible and hidden. His expression doesn't change from the grim determination, even as he feels rivulets of newly-freed blood run down over the backs of his hands.]

[mayavericks]

Please. By all means

[She motions for him to join her.]

I'm just cutting them into quarters at the moment. Nothing terribly complicated.

[violentenvies]

[as soon as he's standing, Salieri will tuck an arm through his, pressing close to his side to try and provide some kind of grounding presence, leading him slowly towards the cafeteria and finding him a place to sit that's clearly visible from the kitchen, trying to gently lower him onto that chair]

Here. Just...I'll be right back with tea. I won't be long, I promise.

[disharmonizes]

...Yes.

[And Discord, realizing that oh yes Salieri is right there, just sort of awkwardly... steps back.]

Right.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri will lift as well, then. He's not used to this sort of manual labor by any means, but Benjamin is doing most of the heavy lifting, so he manages it, face pale but set in grim determination, having to step a bit into the wreckage to get better support on the Balladeer's legs, knowing he's stepping into blood and feeling it wet on his hands and smearing on the white dress shirt--]

[mcfife]

[He was hoping to skip to endgame and punch a wizard but if he has to find a good date spot, at least this is better than a corn field.

He leans over the roof of the building.]

There's no sign of the wizard up here! Just a garden!

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine shakes her head. She's tired, because sleep sure didn't come easy last night for her either. ]

Nothing you could get me. [ It's soft, not accusatory or bitter. Maya can't make it so Peregrine never ran off into the woods and got maybe herself and her friends killed. She can't bring back Connor or the Balladeer or any of the others. But— ] ...I've got what I need right now, right here.

[ She moves her hand to Janis' shoulder and squeezes it gently. ]

[stagemanagers]

[You open the storage closet, and a couple of basketballs roll out. Inside the closet itself, it's dark - but you can see a large figure slumped against the back wall.]

[barberic]

[Benjamin steps in closer, over pieces of the wreckage as well, hoisting his hold up high enough to be able to clear what wreckage was too heavy for Orpheus to move.

When they've both got their grip secure, Benjamin meets Antonio's eyes and nods, then inclines his head to the side, before he starts to shuffle sideways out of the wreckage.]

[stagemanagers]

[It looks used, like there might've been at one point, but not anymore.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri nods once, and follows Benjamin's direction, grip as tight as he can muster on the Balladeer's legs as he awkwardly moves sideways to get him clear. His arms are starting to shake slightly, but whether that's horror trying to escape or exhaustion is anyone's guess. Either way, eh's still managing to hold steady.]