Week Five

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, you had your very first minor body pileup! Granted, the Balladeer's death was entirely unrelated to anything, but at least he died as he lived - getting completely fucked up in some kind of carnival-themed hellscape. Only two days later, another terrible accident took Rina and Varian both from you. It's just been one of those weeks, huh? At least you got to add both of their corpses to your weird growing collection!

Again, you'll wake up this morning with another new snippet of memory. You'll also find that the stairs in the lobby are no longer blocked. You can only access one part of the second floor, but it seems like there's some neat stuff up there!

Outside, a few things seem to have changed. For one, the weather has turned - it'll be overcast this week, with periodic rain and even scattered thunderstorms. For another, the bushes around that rock out by the football field have bloomed. That's nice.

Get to it, friends! I'm sure everything will be fine this week!]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regain and your AC for this week! As always, Hester's office hours and the merch booth remain available. ))

Comments

Private for Farrah, Spongebob and Discord (eventually)

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is...nervous. It's a common feeling for most performers, of course, but he could very honestly say that he hasn't felt it this acutely in some time.

He smooths down the front of his vest--taken from the costume room like all the others and a little more dramatic than what he would normally pick, but this one specifically had been Farrah-approved. At the end of the day, he does trust her judgement with such things, which is why she's also been the one to take care of not only his makeup (dramatizing his normal black eyeliner with a winged tip and gold accents) but also his nail polish (adding some flair to his normal plain black with a gold glitter top coat.)

Salieri almost feels over dressed. What if it's too much. What if this is all too much???

He swallows, glancing at the other two people in the photo studio room as he moves to fuss with one of the forks at the table settings for lack of anything else to do]

And...you're both sure this isn't too much, correct? [this might be at least the third time he's asked]

[brokeforgood]

I officially spent way too long on your makeup for you to back out now. [She reaches for him, gesturing for him to bend down so she can adjust his hair to her liking too.]

You know he loves grand gestures. It's perfect.

[employeeoftheyear]

She's right, Mr. Salieri! We put in so much work for you! It would be rude not only to Discord but to us if you back out now!

[Spongebob is currently making some really fancy mocktails as he overhears them chatting.]

Besides, I don't think anything is "too much" for Discord!

[violentenvies]

[Salieri huffs a bit, but does lean down so Farrah can have easy access to his hair]

You're right. Of course. You're both right. And I...I'm not going to back out. I promise.

Simply...nervous. [he admits it with a small sigh, as if annoyed with himself]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah laughs at him, like the rude child she is, as she adjusts his hair. But then she pats his shoulder a few times, reassuringly.]

Don't be nervous! Listen to Spongebob! [She almost uses her newfound knowledge on his life to tease him, tell him he can't be nervous, he freakin' taught Beethoven. But then she opts for one better.]

Come on. If you could become my dad, you can face anything. Nothing is more terrifying than befriending an angry teen who shows up to auditions with plans to heckle your actors the whole time.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob reaches over to pat Salieri's other shoulder.]

Or befriending a friendly but clingy invertebrate who still has a hard time believing you guys are actually humans!

[He grins.]

C'mon, if you can handle us, you can handle anything!

[violentenvies]

[Salieri can't help but chuckle, ruefully--shifting so he can put arms around both their shoulders, his expression softening]

For the record, I consider myself very lucky that I was given the opportunity to befriend you the both of you in the first place.

[he'll give them both a squeeze]

I love you both very much. Thank you for helping me with this.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah accepts the embrace, bottling down the emotions that arise in her stomach whenever she thinks about who else should be sharing that embrace right now. Now’s not a time to mourn. It’s a happy time. So she squeezes him back, and even gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, for good luck.]

I love you too, Dad.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob eagerly embraces the both of them. Every hug Spongebob gives has the clinginess of someone who's getting their last hug ever. But lately, even more so.]

I love you guys so much!

[violentenvies]

[he can't help but smile, then, a bit wider than his norm at the kiss on his cheek, at the strength of Spongebob's hug.

He's not sure he would call himself lucky considering the situation, but...he is grateful.

Salieri chuckles, squeezing them one more time before loosening his hold]

...alright. Alright, no more stalling. [he straightens, a bit] Are we about ready, then?

[brokeforgood]

Yeah— All good here. Spongebob, you need anything else before I go grab him?

[employeeoftheyear]

Only your swift return with Discord! I got it all covered back here!

[violentenvies]

[and there are those nerves again. But Salieri forces them down, squaring his shoulders a bit]

Then...let us proceed.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah gives Salieri a final pat on the shoulder, and Spongebob a final nod and thumbs up, before she bolts through the door, to go find Discord.

Which... When she finally does come across him, she's all out of breath, because she ran the whole way there.]

Discord!

[disharmonizes]

[Discord happens to be chilling in one of the hallways, currently reading, idly looking up at Farrah's sudden presence.]

The one and only.

...Am I missing a race or something?

[brokeforgood]

[A race? What the hell. She just stares at him for a few seconds.]

What-- no? I need you to come with me, come on--- [She sounds urgent enough for it to be potentially worrying.]

[disharmonizes]

Well you're just in such a hurry, so--

[Just, squinting a little, because what.]

...Nothing's happened, right?

[brokeforgood]

Just come on! [She'll even make a grab for his wrist, to try and tug him up and along.]

[disharmonizes]

Ah-- Alright, fine, fine, if you insist.

[Welp guess he's following now? This may as well happen!]

[brokeforgood]

I insist! [And, she leads him the whole way to the Photography Room, and just. kind of. shoves him through the door, because Farrah has zero tact.]

[disharmonizes]

[sjkdnjsdfdf welp there goes one chaos spirit, stumbling into the room

why]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Discord will find himself in a completely redecorated Photography room. The lights have been dimmed, with the room mostly illuminated by candles. In the middle of it all is a small, round table perfectly set for a dinner for two.

However, Discord will barely have time to react before Spongebob hands him a mocktail.]

For you, monsieur.

[He is doing a Really bad French accent.]

[violentenvies]

[slkdhfs that French accent.

Anyway, Salieri is just going to...stand from where he was sitting at the table, clasping his hands behind his back casually to keep himself from fidgeting. Fortunately for him, he's used to wearing a very calm mask in stressful situations, and just...looks at Discord without a hint of nerves]

Good evening, Discord. I was wondering if you might care to join me for dinner?

[brokeforgood]

[And Farrah’s just going to. Vibe at the doorway, blocking the exit in case either of them gets too skittish and tries to bolt. Weirdly enough, Farrah also looks nervous, chewing on her lip a little—- she’s invested in this!]

[disharmonizes]

[Discord blinks, raising an eyebrow as suddenly a mocktail is handed to him and there's? candles? a table?

And then he looks over at Salieri, who's looking... definitely a little different. Not a bad different, either, it's kind of. nice? Mostly he's very caught off guard by all of this. And that invitation.]

Ah... Certainly?

[This is definitely someone who hasn't been on a date in like a thousand years now, but! It's a yes.]

...My, my, now I feel underdressed.

[Oh, there's the sarcasm.]