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!]


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(( 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

[violentenvies]

That's low drama, is it. [a bit dryly, trying for a bit of humor]

...and...what do you think would happen, if she came back?

[disharmonizes]

What would happen is I would get everyone I care about far away from Equestria and she can just be their problem.

[The response is... immediate. He has thought about this.]

[violentenvies]

[that'll send his eyebrows to his hairline]

...she wouldn't be happy, then.

[disharmonizes]

Probably not. But that's all... ancient history. I mean, I think it counts as ancient after a thousand years, right?

[He huffs a little.]

So, what's yours about?

[violentenvies]

I don't know. [he shifts, releasing his hold on Discord's elbow so he can reach into his jacket and pull out that envelope.

He holds it out to Discord to take. A continuation of their habit.]

1/2

[disharmonizes]

...Mhm, I see.

[And he'll take that, then. Just casually ripping the envelope open, letting it fall to the floor, as he looks at that photo and--



freezes.]

2/2

[disharmonizes]

[--It's... only a moment, really, almost imperceptible. Where he can't quite stop himself from staring at the scene in that photo.

Well. That's...]

...My, we're really repeating things.

[violentenvies]

[They're rather close together, so Salieri can clearly catch that brief freeze--but then Discord deflects, and he arches an eyebrow in response]

Oh? How so? [he's starting to reach for that photo]

[disharmonizes]

[And Discord, thinking quickly, just shrugs and folds it up into an airplane, that he sends up to the ceiling.]

It's much the same as your first. So dull.

This Mozart thing really gets to you, doesn't it?

[violentenvies]

[that...will cause a blink--before he frowns, watching the picture go up to the ceiling before he refocuses on Discord]

Yes, well...he's unfortunately become something of a feature across most of my recent memories.

[disharmonizes]

Well. No reason to make that particular obsession worse.

[Snapping his fingers and... poof. There goes the photo.]

...No offense, of course.

[violentenvies]

[there it goes. All to easily, it's gone, and isn't that suspicious. he should push for getting that picture back; he should push against that obvious lie.

And yet...he's so tired. He's exhausted, still, and somehow he just can't muster up the energy to argue. So instead, he just huffs]

None taken, I suppose. [dryly] Though I can't think of how it could get any worse, really.

[disharmonizes]

Now, Maestro, you should know better than to say things like that. That's just tempting fate.

[violentenvies]

[arching an eyebrow at that]

As if fate could be tempted any further here. [STILL DRY]

As for this...[he taps his finger on the face-down picture of Discord's]

...if you wish, I could hold on to it. Until you're ready to do away with it.

[disharmonizes]

No, I... No.

[And he puts his hand on it, sliding it closer to himself.]

I'd rather keep it, I think. For the moment.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri will let him]

...as you like. [though he does set his hand over Discord's, stopping it, looking down at their hands.]

...Discord, I...[he hesitates]

[disharmonizes]

[...He looks over again, blinking.]

Yes?

[violentenvies]

[a breath, two, and his heart is pounding in his ears, loudly, just say it, say it--]

...thank you.

[...yeah he definitely just chickened out there real bad]

For that. The, ah, picture.