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]

[Eurydice nods, and something in Salieri's chest expands, feels lighter]

I know there's some very lovely cottages in the countryside, but still close to the city. Perhaps I could ask his Majesty for a bit of land on his estate; I'm positive he would be happy to acquiesce, if I explain it to him. He's an eccentric, anyway, and very kind. And you'd be close enough to the city to visit when you wanted to.

[howtheworldwas]

[ His Majesty? If Eurydice didn't know better, she'd think Antonio was joking. (Tomorrow morning, she'll know that he wasn't, but that his plan was impossible anyway, as these things tend to be.)

Tonight, though, she's just happy to be happy, and to let herself dream a little. Eurydice leans against Antonio's shoulder again, a happy, wistful expression on her face. ]

And you could come visit too, whenever you wanted. It'd be quieter than Court, and I'm sure the sky is huge, in the country -- you could compose all you wanted, without having to worry about the people at Court stabbing you in the back.

[violentenvies]

[he'll tilt his head, then, leaning his temple against the top of her head]

That sounds lovely. [he sighs a little, wistful, almost] We could have tea in the garden.

[howtheworldwas]

Yeah. That'd be nice. [ a little sigh, a smile. ] Do lots of flowers grow, in Vienna? [ not many are tough enough to still survive, where she's from. ]