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]

By all means, if you find it dull, you have no need to read it. [snapped, before reaching for a third book >://///]

[disharmonizes]

[He rolls his eyes a little, casually throwing the books over his shoulders. One of them doing a perfect pirouette through the air before falling to the floor, the other ending up... somewhere on the ceiling.

Hello there, book #3, time to get acquainted with Discord.]

Yes, of course, but you seem to find them oh so interesting. Maybe I'm just trying to understand the hype.

[violentenvies]

I'm trying to gather information. Which I could be doing if you would stop taking my books. [ANNOYED]

[disharmonizes]

Ooh, a little stalking spree! Now that's more exciting.

So, what are we looking for here? [As he starts to flip rapidly through the book:] Date of birth, hometown, favorite color, favorite food, childhood pet, social security number, credit card information, what?

1/3

[violentenvies]

[Stalking spree!? What on earth--]

It's not a--!

2/3

[violentenvies]

[he quiets, though, as Discord flips through that book--before he looks away sharply, silent]

....

3/3

[violentenvies]

[then, finally, after a long moment]

Cause of death.

[disharmonizes]

[He pauses his flipping, looking over at Salieri, eyebrow raised.]

Straight for the dark stuff, hm?

[...he is flipping through the book again, to the end of it.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri doesn't look back. In fact, he's only folding his arms and glancing away, waiting as Discord flips through that book to the end to hear what he discovered]

[disharmonizes]

[It doesn't take long to find the right page, but he's not giving the information right away. This isn't exactly the fun sort of ribbing subject he was hoping for and it's not something you just ask for out of curiosity.]

You'd think we're surrounded by death enough in here as is and yet here you are, asking for seconds.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's frown deepens at that, and his lips purse slightly. He still doesn't look at him]

...I have my reasons.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, everyone always has reasons. Even I have reasons for everything I do.

Now, whether they're good reasons, that's another matter.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri makes an annoyed sound, again, though he still hasn't looked at Discord again] If you're not going to tell me, I'll just look it up myself.

[and he's reaching for now a fourth book]

[disharmonizes]

[Guess what, Salieri? He's going to just prop his elbows onto that book stack and lean on it with his full weight.]

I never said I won't tell you. Simply making some small talk first.

Though I'm curious about what you hope the answer is.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri jerks back a bit at that, now forced to look at Discord because he's so close and right in what he was looking at--and for a moment, there's a flicker of uncertainty and almost outright fear in his face--]

2/2 whoops

[violentenvies]

--before it's masked with annoyance and a thread of anger]

...I don't hope the answer is anything. I just want to know.

[disharmonizes]

And if the answer isn't entirely clear?

Apparently it's a hotly debated topic amongst people I imagine lead very boring lives.

[violentenvies]

...what do you mean it's debated? How can it be debated?

[disharmonizes]

Apparently people have trouble deciding if it was poisoning or disease, and if so what illness exactly, what his health was like before, it's a whole thing.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri pales at that, looking away, arms folding over his chest this time less in thought and more like some kind of protection]

....I see.

[disharmonizes]

I forget sometimes how young mortals can die, but this is pretty young even then.

[There's a reason he's decided against bringing up the "Salieri poisoning Mozart" theory, debunked or not.]

But I can see this really lifted your spirits, so I suppose it must have been important.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's jaw works at that, fingers digging into his arms a bit]

Yes, well. [his voice a little hoarse] It's not every day you remember showing up to visit a man only to find him on his deathbed.

[disharmonizes]

Ah. [There we are, then, finally getting somewhere.] So a very fun memory this time, then.

And you wanted to know what had caused it.

[violentenvies]

I...yes. The memory is...foggy. I knew that he wasn't doing well, and I...I wanted to offer my assistance. [Salieri frowns, gaze going distant, as if trying to remember]

...his wife tried to turn me away, and I felt...[he stops, clamming up again, upset twisting his features as he turns his face away]

[disharmonizes]

Very agreeable to that, I'm sure.

[...]

You weren't exactly thrilled about the man the last time you spoke his name, so going all that way for him... You didn't really just leave, right?