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]

...possibly. [he's serious, looking troubled. He hasn't quite noticed Discord's attitude yet.] Within the Court, ostracization for a composer means a lack of commissions, and thus a lack of money. A lack of money means no food, and you can't pay your debts.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, always with the money and all that boring nonsense. Being mortal is such a pain.

But if that's what happened, then how is that any of your business? There's a lot of ways to make money.

1/2

[violentenvies]

Not when you're a composer. Or trying to be, and you come from a long line of famous composers.

Not when you've been raised to be what you are, and you know what's expected of you. It's...very, very difficult to change after putting your life into that one thing.

Especially seeing as, well...I don't think he was born to do anything except create music. [there's...definitely something admiring and also envious in his voice when he says that]

2/2

[violentenvies]

His music is...it's sublime. [that sure was breathed out of him with more than a bit of awe.]

[disharmonizes]

[Things Discord is going to wish he hadn't said in about two seconds:]

You almost sound lovesick about the whole thing.

1/3

[violentenvies]

[That gets his attention back on Discord, head snapping to look at him, eyes wide as there is

definitely

some kind of flush at the tips of his ears and cheeks]

What?

I beg your--absolutely not. [There sure is some sputtering there, and he pushes to his feet]

[violentenvies]

Really, Monsieur Discorde, he's not--it's not like that in any way. Why would it be? [this would be more convincing if weren't trying to look anywhere else and gathering up the bit of paper and pencils he had brought to the library with him]

3/3

[violentenvies]

Lovesick, really, of all the ridiculous--

[oh boy but he is so much redder now, and he is just going to turn on his heel and start to move out of the Library as fast as his feet will take him]

[disharmonizes]

[...Oh. He's all red.

For a moment, Discord is very tempted to just let him walk, but. Well. He did make a promise. So, even as he's rolling his eyes and grumbling slightly, he gets up to follow Salieri.]

Very convincing. You could leave this music thing behind and be an actor, really.

[violentenvies]

[sldkhfsldhfs at that, he huffs, shooting a glare at him before refocusing on the hall in front of him.]

You very much have the wrong of it, I assure you. [he says, like he isn't still flushed]

[disharmonizes]

Maybe you want to try saying that again but without the blush?

[He's smiling as he says it, mocking, as he does, but maybe just a little seething underneath.]

[violentenvies]

[alskdhflsdhkfs]

How can I help it if whatever yarn you're spinning is particularly infuriating?

[disharmonizes]

It's a rather strong reaction you're having. I didn't hit on anything at all there, then?

[violentenvies]

No! You did not! [snapped] I have all of two specific memories of the man, that's hardly enough to be lovesick!

[disharmonizes]

So what was the other memory like, then?

1/3 cw: mild auditory hallucinations

[violentenvies]

[at that Salieri nearly stumbles, having to put a hand on the wall to not face plant into the floor as that sudden memory of music hits him like a brick wall c'est le bien qui fait mal-]

[violentenvies]

[and he swallows, having stopped to steady himself on the wall, but boy he sure feels quand tu aimes quite a bit warmer than a moment ago Tout à fait normal]

It was...[he sucks in a breath, pushing off the wall ta hai̴͆͗n̸̔ͨͪ̀͑̆e͔̗̜̱̝͔̫ͯͯ͐̔ͭ▒ trying to push through it, past it]

[violentenvies]

It was nothing.

1/2

[disharmonizes]

[Discord just stops, staring, watching that... what to call it, really, but a display. And that's something, because that's so overt when usually Salieri is anything but. Except maybe in yelling at Discord, but, well, who doesn't.

And he'll just walk to Salieri's side, for a moment almost reaching out, like he's going to put a hand on Salieri's shoulder. Some sort of attempt at comfort?]

2/2

[disharmonizes]

[Ha ha, no, he's just going to push him back against the wall, sort of half leaning over him.]

That's some nothing there!

1/2

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is about to push off the wall, to keep going, except Discord is suddenly there, looming over him, and he simultaneously feels his stomach go all funny out of some combination of surprise, dread and a little bit of something else entirely as he is reminded how much taller than him Discord actually is]

2/2

[violentenvies]

[and that flush comes back, then, in full force] I said it was nothing, can you not, for once, drop it?! [snapped]

[disharmonizes]

Perhaps we haven't met? You know for a fact I can't and won't do that.

[Oh, there's that flush again and he feels oh so irritated that the prodding is causing that.]

Besides, you're getting way too worked over these memories for it to be nothing, Maestro.

1/3

[violentenvies]

Of course I'm worked up! [and here it comes, the shouting] The man was nothing but an irritation! He was highly unprofessional! We were not at the rehearsal for two minutes only to find him horsing about with his to-be-wife rather than conducting rehearsal! He insulted Rosenberg, mocked him in front of everyone when the Emperor's Steward was rightly aggravated about the state of the rehearsal!

Then he has the audacity to tell me that I am supposedly a musician--supposedly! I am the assistant Kapellmeister at the Emperor's opera house! That cretin only got his commission because I told His Majesty that he was talented!

And then--then! He goes on to play the most sublime, the most beautiful, rich, lyrical, heartrending music that I---

[violentenvies]

--that I.... [he trails off, voice going quieter]