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! ))

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[disharmonizes]

[After the sleepover, Discord wakes up and... well, really he wakes up as it's going. And he doesn't really sleep much, after. So for a while he's in the lounge, getting acquainted with the coffee machine. He's making... a lot of coffee. Like, a bunch. And dumping in a lot of sugar. Honestly a potentially dangerous amount of sugar. Geez, buddy.

Once he forces a bunch of caffeine into his body, he eventually makes his way into the garden. Not that he's particularly impressed by it. He rolls his eyes, leaning against the tree.]

Well, isn't this all nice and scenic.

[Though he pauses a little after, when he actually looks at those benches and, oh, that's. Fun. And maybe he's just going to leave right after, because this is not feeling so great.

And, well, eventually it's time to mess with the vending machine again, get rid of some of these coins. He'll put his latest cat plushie on his shoulder, where it'll stay balanced. As some of that tea he gets floats around him and sings. Idly tossing that amber chunk up and down as he examines his latest gains.]

benches

[comeandfindme]

Hollow, isn't it?

[ Peregrine says this, but she's sitting on one of those benches right now.

[disharmonizes]

Hollow and then some...

[Just, crossing his arms, still eyeing those benches.]

I can't tell if this is a very terrible joke or actually supposed to be earnest.

[comeandfindme]

Either way it's... What, you're sorry even though you brought him— ...all of them. Here.

[ God. She pushes her hands into her lap, to make sure she's not touching the engraving. ]

[disharmonizes]

"In terrible taste" would be somewhat of an understatement. Well, once I have my magic back, I'll just have to throw one of these at the wizard.

[comeandfindme]

You could just do that? Would it be hard?

[disharmonizes]

Oh, it would be absolutely effortless! So if you have any other suggestions, go right ahead.

[comeandfindme]

[ She looks from the benches to Discord, to back out into the forest. ]

One of his stupid podiums. All of his stupid podiums.

[disharmonizes]

Now there's an idea! One at a time, or all at once?

Oh, what am I saying, I can do both.

garden

[violentenvies]

[Salieri, leaning on the other side of the tree which has been just thick enough to hide him and who has been here reading a book the whole time, pipes up. Hi, Discord.]

I certainly thought so.

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, that actually makes him jump a little. But he just narrows his eyes, going back to leaning against the tree.]

Mhm. A little too zen for me.

[violentenvies]

I haven't the foggiest idea what zen is. [dryly, still not coming around the side of the tree, just staying here on the other side, leaning, with his book]

Care to elaborate?

[disharmonizes]

Nice, peaceful, the sort of place you go to sit and think and do nothing at all.

Much too quiet.

[violentenvies]

No, I suppose it doesn't seem like your sort of place at all.

[he hums, lightly]

Though that does beg the question...what has brought you here to a place you find abhorrent, Monsieur Discorde?

[disharmonizes]

Boredom, of course. Why else would I spend time anywhere in here?

There isn't a whole lot to do.

[violentenvies]

Oh? No more pranks to play, even with all this new space?

[he pauses, shifting so he can peak around the tree slightly, arching an eyebrow at him]

If you need some ideas, why not ask one of the children? I'm sure Varian or Farrah or Spongebob would jump at the chance to do something mischievous with you.

[disharmonizes]

[And Discord straight up flinches away from the tree, spinning around and backing away.]

Oh, yes, well, I suppose they might. Maybe... later.

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?]

[stagemanagers]

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

ANYONE?

1/2

[disharmonizes]

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

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