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.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( 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]

[the grip on his arm pulls his attention back like a tether, grounding, and Salieri closes his eyes, his grip on the score turning clutching as he tries to take a slow, deep breath]

Yes. Yes, I....I can, I'm....[he swallows hard, focusing on the hand on his arm, the bench he's now sitting on, his feet on the ground. The music continues, but quieter, softening with the sound of the quiet sobs of Mozart's wife that accompany it.]

I apologize. [at least he is able to get that out, though his voice is hoarse]

[mcfife]

No. I should apologize. [He can't take the script out of his hands without tearing it, unfortunately.] Does the script itself cause you distress?

[Or Mozart? Or someone else?]

cw: mild auditory hallucinations

[violentenvies]

I...no. [that's not exactly correct. but also he doesn't want it to be taken away.]

It, ah...the man who wrote it. He's a...colleague of mine. [another VAST understatement for everything that Mozart is and was, and there's another voice that drifts past his ear-S'il faut mourir-and he shudders a little, clutching a bit tighter at that score--Autant vivre à en crever]

He's...

[mcfife]

[Sir, Angus thinks you might be a bit gay for this Mozart man.]

Mozart. I've seen his name before. [Another composer, one who probably wrote good music if he's mentioned in the yearbook.]

[violentenvies]

...you...know of him, then? [he doesn't look at Angus, still staring down at that score, clutching it tightly]

[mcfife]

No. [He can only guess from this script.] I've seen it in the yearbook and in the library. I almost forgot about him until I saw his name during my research.

[violentenvies]

...I see.

[Yes, of course. That makes perfect sense. Salieri quiets for a moment, pulling back, putting on his Court face: calm, controled]

Monsieur Angus, if you don't mind...I would like to keep this.

[mcfife]

[His hands grip each other.]

Are you sure? You might want to lie down for a moment.

[violentenvies]

[he shakes his head immediately in the negative]

No. No, there's no need, I...

...I'm fine.

[mcfife]

[ANGUS DOES NOT BELIEVE THIS MAN.

He stays there, waiting. Hoping that things will be better.]

...I have made more potato soup last night.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances over at that]

Ah...did you?

[mcfife]

Yes.

I added green onions to it. For flavor.

[It's progress. He's learning. It's a different topic.]

[violentenvies]

[there's something that pulls at the corner of his mouth at that, a small, barely there smile]

That was a good choice. Green onions and potatoes go together quite well.

[mcfife]

Anything else? I threw in some carrots again, but I believe that it is missing flavor.

[At least he's been practicing what you taught him.]

[violentenvies]

Carrots are good. Herbs can be helpful for adding flavor as well. Parsley, basil...such things. Onions.

[mcfife]

[Angus makes a mental note of those herbs. Hopefully he remembers what they look like.]

Then you may come to eat some. Think of it as my thanks for helping us this past month.