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]

That was a kingly gift, then. If nothing else, I'm glad it's been returned to you.

[themuseabandonsyou]

I'm glad to have it back! I'm sure someone would've looked after it for me if I'd left it back home, but it's better having it here with me. [ He pauses. ] I guess I'll just have to be absolutely certain to have it with me when we figure out how to leave.

[violentenvies]

Absolutely. It would be a shame for it to be left behind.

[...]

Tell me...does it sound any different from the one you've been using here, up to now?

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods. ]

I think it's got a little bit of a better depth and richness to its sound. I can play something for you now, if you'd like?

[ He seems sort of eager to, actually. He's just been reunited with an old, albeit inanimate friend - of course he wants to see if it's still in good shape. ]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's eyes light up a bit, and moves to sit so he can listen better]

In fact, I very much believe I would.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Grinning, Orpheus slings the strap over his shoulders and plays a few experimental notes, to make sure it's still in tune. It is, of course. It's never played a sour note yet, and it probably never will.

The song he chooses is one of his own compositions - a lively combination of a wedding march and a jig, whirling and energetic, building up and up upon itself in complexity before slowing back down to something almost contemplative before the finish. As the last note rings out, he looks up at Salieri, looking positively elated. ]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri listens as Orpheus plays. Before, when he'd played for Salieri, that alone had been one of the most sublime musical experiences of his life.

Now? That seems almost dull in comparison to the way that Orpheus spins the melody on his true instrument. The "lyre" seems to sing beneath his fingers, the dance a whirlwind of notes, lifting joyfully into the air in a way that has Salieri unthinkingly tapping his toe to the beat and smiling widely, as something like joy and elation seem to expand in his chest, conjured up by the jaunty melody.

By the end, as the music slows, he can still feel that energy thrumming through him, though it's less ecstatic and more a contemplative happiness. And as Orpheus finishes and looks up at him, he can't help but burst into appaluse]

Bravo! [he's beaming] Bravo, my friend, that was--that was amazing!

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus just laughs, delighted by his friend's reaction and caught up in the elation of playing one of his songs, the energy of it flowing through him. ]

Thank you! [ he says, grinning. ] I wrote that a while ago, for a friend's wedding, but it's still one of my favorite pieces I've ever come up with. I'm really glad you liked it!