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

[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.]

[employeeoftheyear]

Oh, I can get you a nice suit or dress if you want! It'll take me just a second!

[If Discord hasn't grabbed the mocktail yet, he will notice it vibrating in Spongebob's hand as he's shaking in excitement over the idea of getting Discord an outfit.]

[violentenvies]

[it's now Salieri's turn to look mildly amused]

If Monsieur would like to, I am certainly not in any rush.

[disharmonizes]

[...Honestly, now he kind of has to say yes, because how can he disappoint Spongebob?]

Well, if you insist on going to find a suit, who am I to refuse?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's still blocking the door, just in case-- but she'll let Spongebob out, at least.]

Ugh. I can't believe we didn't think of that before--

[employeeoftheyear]

Be right back!

[Spongebob runs off, still holding his tray.

In a couple minutes he's running back, still carrying his tray, but now also holding an interesting purple suit. When he nears them he bows and hands Discord the suit.]

Your outfit, my lord.

[disharmonizes]

[He blinks and--wow. Okay, genuinely, that's better than whatever he was expecting Spongebob to get.]

You know, you could have just put down-- [......no let him have this. He'll just take that suit.] Well, that was very expedient, thank you.

[He could just change, like a normal person. Or he could snap his fingers and magically swap his clothes around, because... Discord. Of course.]

Now I'm not so out of place.

[violentenvies]

[there is only one person he knows that could pull off an outfit like that, and he just magically changed into said suit. So.]

Very handsome.

[YEP THAT JUST SLIPPED OUT he'll just

leave that there

like that's a perfectly normal thing to say]

[brokeforgood]

[Well. Farrah’s still looking very pleased with herself, and she didn’t even have to worry about Discord leaving to change and sneaking away!]

He is, isn’t he, Dad? [Yeah. She. Heard you.]

[employeeoftheyear]

He sure is! Do I know fashion or what?

[Spongebob puts an arm on her shoulder, still holding his mocktail tray.

Discord he's not gonna put it down until you take the drink please.]

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, that was... overt. And Discord's a little thrown for a second, but... then just smiles, pleased.]

...You certainly do know fashion, yes.

[...Alright, fine. He'll snap his fingers, letting the drink from Spongebob's tray appear in his hand. There. You're free now, Sponge.]

Now isn't this all quite the set up. All your idea, Maestro, or...?

[It's a very leading question, he knows nothing can stop these kids.]

[violentenvies]

Joint effort, though credit where credit is due: they are not only helpful, but creative. [he'll move, though, to pull out Discord's chair for him. he IS a gentleman, after all]

Monsieur.

[disharmonizes]

They are that.

[He'll just go ahead and plop down in that seat.]

Why, thank you. Polite, sweet, and all dressed up. Trying to be the whole package, then?

[Because. He's succeeding.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is practically.

Gushing as he watches them flirt.

Don't mind him.]