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

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]

[violentenvies]

...it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, that's a rant. That is a full on rant and, genuinely, he didn't think Salieri had it in him? It throws him off for a moment and he's just blinking, listening to all of that.

It's all rather impassioned and he's not sure how to respond to it.

Until Salieri goes more quiet, of course, and there's... that.

Oh.]

...Yes, Maestro. Not lovesick whatsoever.

[Rolling his eyes oh so pointedly.]

[violentenvies]

Oh for--!

[That pulls him out of that reverie, and immediately puts the annoyance back in his tone]

I am not lovesick over Mozart, you idiot!

[YEP WE'RE BACK TO YELLING]

[disharmonizes]

You've been going on about him the whole time, you really could have fooled me!

[violentenvies]

You asked! [snapped back] You asked, and you prodded, and you would not leave it alone as usual, so of course I'm going on about him! That doesn't mean I'm lovesick over him!

[disharmonizes]

No, of course not, you're just obsessed and can't stop talking about him and swoon over his music, that's all!

[He's not sure why he's snapping this much, it's not like he CARES or anything!]

If you're really not lovesick, maybe you should actually prove it.

1/3

[violentenvies]

[if he were any calmer, Salieri might act differently in this situation. He might stick his nose in the air and sneer, or dismiss the need to prove anything.

Unfortunately, he is not calm at all. So instead, what he goes with is:]

Fine!

[and before he can even think better of it, he's reaching up quickly to cup Discord's cheeks in his hands, using that to pull him down him down just as Salieri pushes up on his toes, kissing him hard.]