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! ))

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[howtheworldwas]

Hey, Antonio.

[ Eurydice keeps staring into the bonfire, but she does hold up the Mountain Dew bottle. ]

You want something to drink? Tastes like shit, but it works.

[violentenvies]

...well, far be it from me to turn my nose up at such an offer. [he'll take that from her, moving to sit down as well before he dares to take a sip of it. He immediately winces, pulling it away from his mouth and sputtering a bit]

I see you were not joking about the flavor. [he'll hand that back to her, then]

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice chuckles a little and takes the bottle back. ]

Told you so. You just need to get used to it. I've had worse on the road -- at least this wasn't made in a bathtub. [ Usually, when Eurydice talks about her life before the school, she's tense and guarded. Now, she sounds almost nostalgic. ]

[violentenvies]

[...huh. He's going to note that difference, glancing at her sidelong]

...a bathtub. Truly?

[howtheworldwas]

Mmm-hmm. Cheaper that way. I knew a guy who used to sell it. Did pretty well for himself.

[ gods, she hasn't thought about him in years. she tends not to dwell on the places she's been after she leaves them. ]

It's honestly not that much different than what you did with the mead, except. You know. Worse.

[violentenvies]

I suppose when you must make do...

[he trails off]

Would you like me to make more of it?

[howtheworldwas]

[ oh, boy, "making do" would be Eurydice's middle name, if she had one.

she shrugs. ]

I mean...you can if you want? [ finally, she'll turn to look him in the eyes, her expression deadly serious. ] But you know, you do a lot for us. You have to take care of yourself, too.

[ otherwise, he'll get too tired. and when that happens, he might make bad decisions. Eurydice would know. ]

[violentenvies]

[somewhere, someone is laughing in Investigation Bad Decisions.

Salieri, however, can't help but look a little startled as she looks at him and says that--and then immediately looks guilty, glancing away. No one's really exactly brought it up yet, and he hasn't seen fit to mention that he hasn't been sleeping very well since Sunday. Insofar, he's fairly certain the only one who knows is Discord, but that's mostly due them sharing a similar issue.

He has been feeling tired. He's been feeling exhausted actually, but has his makeup to thank for keeping him looking mostly the same. Fortunately, he already wore heavy eyeliner when he got here, and that has been his saving grace.

That, and putting his focus into the people around him. It's been keeping him going in a lot of ways, and has kept his mind off of, well...everything. It's odd; he would never call himself a selfless person. Living in Court taught him to be selfish and to watch his own back first and foremost. But here...in such a short amount of time, all of that's completely changed. He cares for everyone here. Even people he would normally find annoying, naive or not worth his time he's come to care for, deeply. It's dangerous to do so in a place like this; a place where death seems to keep happening around them, despite their every attempt to prevent it.

And yet, he's far too deep in now to stop.

So to that pointed statement he...doesn't have a reply]

[howtheworldwas]

[ The silence is all the reply she needs. Eurydice briefly looks down at the remaining contract pages, before looking up at the fire.

She's quiet too, for a while. ]

I can still smell the fire
Though I know it's long died out
The smoke still hangs in my hair
And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes

Antonio, play your violin
We will manage somehow

[violentenvies]

[Salieri listens as Eurydice sings, and it curls in his chest melancholy but determined.

And after a moment he leans over, gently pressing their shoulders together, a grounding point of contact, voice quiet as he sings in return]

And it's a long way forward, but trust in me
I'll give them shelter like you've done for me
And I know you’re not alone, I’ll keep watching over us
Until it’s done
It’s done…

[howtheworldwas]

[violentenvies]

listen i may have fucked up a bit--