I. why actually speak to people when you can just lurk in the shadows? [To say that this is an odd situation is a bit of an understatement. Salieri would go so far as to think this a sick joke if there weren't other people in utterly strange, unrecognizable outfits, talking in strange, unrecognizable ways.
Normally in these sorts of situations, he'd allow his friend(???) Count Rosenberg to go first and interact with the masses; draw attention with his outfits and his makeup and his wigs and his loud, overbearing personality while Salieri stands back and watches. There's plenty to be learned from observation, after all, and it has often served him well in Court to think first and speak second.
However, there's no Rosenberg here. At least, not that he's been able to discern, and that leaves his usual tactic at a bit of a disadvantage. With no one here that he can yet watch scream for the manager (metaphorical or otherwise,) it becomes slightly harder to read the room. Still possible, of course, but it means there's no one for everyone's attention to gravitate to, meaning he looks less like he's allowing the Emperor's steward his due time to speak and more like he's just some very anti-social creep standing in the shadows and watching. Which is definitely cool and fine and not creepy, especially when you look more like someone at a Vampire: The Masquerade LARP and less like a famous court composer lol]
II. well it's not heart and soul but it's ok i guess [Things have calmed down slightly. Enough that Salieri has decided to extract himself from his Lurking Corner to try and find another way to process all of this. He's thankfully found himself in the band room in front of a fortepiano that looks like it thinks it's Opposite Day, considering the black keys are white and the white keys are black.
Most peculiar.
He decides that this is something that he is annoyed about, a slight downturn to the corners of his mouth the only indication. After all, better to focus his annoyance on something like this than, oh, say, the whole "you have to kill someone and get away with it to leave haha isn't that fun" thing. That he would prefer not to think about at the moment. The tuning, as well, is a bit off, not to mention how heavy and clunky and loud the instrument sounds. Like the hammer on the strings were less carefully carved wood and more boulders being dropped onto the strings.
He mentally adds these to his list of grievances.
Nevertheless, despite these hardships, he settles himself down to play a bit of something he's been tinkering with just before he wound up here. It sounds odd on this instrument, but with some adjustment, he settles in to mentally work a bit and try and just calm down a little.]
IV. sometimes you just gotta gorge yourself on carbs yknow?? [Do you ever have one of those days where you think, "this might as well happen?"
Today is that day for Salieri.
Really, of all the things he was expecting out of this place, getting rained on by slices of bread(??) wasn't on the list. And yet, here he is, standing in the doorway, pretending like he didn't just jump about a foot in the air when the Bread Surprise was sprung and that he is totally dignified here. To that point, he clenches his jaw just a moment and then breathes out, pushing down that Cauldron of Emotions as per usually and starting to dust the crumbs off his attire and straighten himself out.]
Well. That was certainly a generous surprise. [drawled, with more than a touch of sarcasm] I do hope I'm not expected to eat that. ["That" being an indication of all the bread slices on the floor :|]
Antonio Salieri | Mozart l'Opera Rock
[To say that this is an odd situation is a bit of an understatement. Salieri would go so far as to think this a sick joke if there weren't other people in utterly strange, unrecognizable outfits, talking in strange, unrecognizable ways.
Normally in these sorts of situations, he'd allow his friend(???) Count Rosenberg to go first and interact with the masses; draw attention with his outfits and his makeup and his wigs and his loud, overbearing personality while Salieri stands back and watches. There's plenty to be learned from observation, after all, and it has often served him well in Court to think first and speak second.
However, there's no Rosenberg here. At least, not that he's been able to discern, and that leaves his usual tactic at a bit of a disadvantage. With no one here that he can yet watch scream for the manager (metaphorical or otherwise,) it becomes slightly harder to read the room. Still possible, of course, but it means there's no one for everyone's attention to gravitate to, meaning he looks less like he's allowing the Emperor's steward his due time to speak and more like he's just some very anti-social creep standing in the shadows and watching. Which is definitely cool and fine and not creepy, especially when you look more like someone at a Vampire: The Masquerade LARP and less like a famous court composer lol]
II. well it's not heart and soul but it's ok i guess
[Things have calmed down slightly. Enough that Salieri has decided to extract himself from his Lurking Corner to try and find another way to process all of this. He's thankfully found himself in the band room in front of a fortepiano that looks like it thinks it's Opposite Day, considering the black keys are white and the white keys are black.
Most peculiar.
He decides that this is something that he is annoyed about, a slight downturn to the corners of his mouth the only indication. After all, better to focus his annoyance on something like this than, oh, say, the whole "you have to kill someone and get away with it to leave haha isn't that fun" thing. That he would prefer not to think about at the moment. The tuning, as well, is a bit off, not to mention how heavy and clunky and loud the instrument sounds. Like the hammer on the strings were less carefully carved wood and more boulders being dropped onto the strings.
He mentally adds these to his list of grievances.
Nevertheless, despite these hardships, he settles himself down to play a bit of something he's been tinkering with just before he wound up here. It sounds odd on this instrument, but with some adjustment, he settles in to mentally work a bit and try and just calm down a little.]
IV. sometimes you just gotta gorge yourself on carbs yknow??
[Do you ever have one of those days where you think, "this might as well happen?"
Today is that day for Salieri.
Really, of all the things he was expecting out of this place, getting rained on by slices of bread(??) wasn't on the list. And yet, here he is, standing in the doorway, pretending like he didn't just jump about a foot in the air when the Bread Surprise was sprung and that he is totally dignified here. To that point, he clenches his jaw just a moment and then breathes out, pushing down that Cauldron of Emotions as per usually and starting to dust the crumbs off his attire and straighten himself out.]
Well. That was certainly a generous surprise. [drawled, with more than a touch of sarcasm] I do hope I'm not expected to eat that. ["That" being an indication of all the bread slices on the floor :|]