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curtainsdown2021-06-12 11:09 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in curtainsdown2021-06-12 11:09 pm
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the mark of those who cannot be saved
[You remember dying. Maybe the memory is clear and bright and your body still aches from the cause. Maybe it was fast enough that you didn't feel it and don't remember what you went through. But no matter how you went out, that's no excuse for truancy! Which is to say: you are still in the school.
For those executed, you will wake up in your beds. The dormitories look exactly as they did when you first arrived, without any of the changes or personal effects you and your dormmates might have made. The only real difference is that the little cot in Ambassador isn't there.
For those who were victims, you will wake where your body was discovered. All of your injuries are gone, and you feel fine. It's almost like you're still alive - but you remember what happened to you. It couldn't have just been a dream, could it?
The school looks much as you remember it, save perhaps for a few key differences. For one, there's no groundhog murals anywhere. Where things were green on the other side, like banners or paint, you'll find that here they're blood red.
The doors, for the moment, are still locked. Looks like even death couldn't free you.]
Week 1 | Week 2 | Week 3 | Week 4 | Week 5
(( ooc: Welcome to deadland, everyone! It mostly resembles the school here, and new floors will be revealed after new people die. For example, the second area will unlock after the week 3 dead arrive, and so on. Also, all dead characters will wake up at their actual canonpoint, with all lost memories restored. Have fun being dead! ))
For those executed, you will wake up in your beds. The dormitories look exactly as they did when you first arrived, without any of the changes or personal effects you and your dormmates might have made. The only real difference is that the little cot in Ambassador isn't there.
For those who were victims, you will wake where your body was discovered. All of your injuries are gone, and you feel fine. It's almost like you're still alive - but you remember what happened to you. It couldn't have just been a dream, could it?
The school looks much as you remember it, save perhaps for a few key differences. For one, there's no groundhog murals anywhere. Where things were green on the other side, like banners or paint, you'll find that here they're blood red.
The doors, for the moment, are still locked. Looks like even death couldn't free you.]
(( ooc: Welcome to deadland, everyone! It mostly resembles the school here, and new floors will be revealed after new people die. For example, the second area will unlock after the week 3 dead arrive, and so on. Also, all dead characters will wake up at their actual canonpoint, with all lost memories restored. Have fun being dead! ))
Week 1
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That's not him, those eyes, it's not him, this is wrong-]
NO-!
[Immediately her eyes open, and the dream ends.
And the memories return.
She is dead...but, she is supposed to be dead. He had come to her, welcomed her to his realm, and she was made queen of a world that was at once beautiful, eternal, and beyond description. After her long life of looking for freedom from the cage, she had found it in the arms of Death. Had seen what he truly was, and knew everything. Un Grande Amore had arrived at last.
This...this is not that place. This is a different type of hell entirely, though she knows it is one she deserves, as she buries her head and weeps once more for the boy lost-and the memories regained. Because God, she remembers, she remembers now that the crypt, the photo, it is all real. It's all true. It happened, her life in the mortal world was over, and her children's deaths in particular are still a hole that can never be truly filled. And Rudolf...oh, Rudolf...it is like living it all over again.
She doesn't know how long she stays like this. Once she is done though, she slowly gets up and leaves the dorm, walking quietly in her new domain of death, staring at the blood red that surrounds her.
She thinks she is alone, because of course.
Mumble is in Heaven, or at least not here, and that is what's important, isn't it?]
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Week 2
cw: suicide mention
He remembers taking the melatonin because he'd been having trouble sleeping after the memory. He remembers picking up the clothes, the knife clattering out of the pocket of his jacket. He remembers... sitting there, looking at it. Simultaneously being in the boy's locker room and in the bathroom at home, the two blurring together. Someone... came to find him? He talked with someone.
Sitting up, the coins clatter to the floor and Connor stares at them. Two coins... like for... oh. Oh, death is so much weirder the second time around. Second time? No, yeah. The second time. He already died once, didn't he? But... he wasn't going to again. He thought he wasn't going to, anyway. He told Peregrine he'd try. He told Angus he'd fight. He told—well, no. He didn't actually tell the Balladeer that he intended to write a new ending. He just thought that one.
Better take the toll, though. If Orpheus gave it to him, he must need it. Slipping the coins into his pocket, he calls out:]
Hello? Mumble? Elisabeth? [A beat, then quietly:] Per?
[She'll come to get me
She'll come to—]
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The SQUIP is going to have an emotion in private, thanks.
...probably a lot of those, actually.
Eventually it'll stumble out of its room, hand on a wall for support]
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Week 2.5
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From behind the theatre doors, which are not locked in deadland, there is a distant "GOD DAMMIT!"
If you don't go and investigate that, you'll still run across him eventually. It's likely to take a while; he spends a good long time just lying on the floor, miserable and angry with himself. But he can't do that forever. Sooner or later, he gets up and stalks out into the rest of the school.]
...is this what it's always like? [He's looking up at one of the red banners. His arms are folded, and his shoulders tight, but...he's not freaking out, at least?] I've never seen it from this side.
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the whole being bored thing
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, beeeeeeeeeee—
[Strong vibes of that scene from Labyrinth where all the demons are waiting for Sarah to say the magic words from somewhere, probably.]
—cause
I'm so bored,
death goes so slow
I think about the living
and I wanna know
How they're holding up, how goes the show
[Connor shifts on the chair until he's right side up, because unfortunately, the blood rushing to his head, you see.]
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
being young and reckless
doesn't mean that I'm here for a lark
I've been swimming with piranhas,
I don't need a shark
Yes, life sucks! But not that much
Okay, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
Be a doll and help this specter
[So? Are you gonna show up and lecture?]
Hi there kiddo
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several days later...
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Week 3
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He sits up slowly, holding his head for a moment until he realizes that he's in Broadhurst. The beds are all back together, the papers he'd tacked up missing, and...he feels something drop softly into his lap, prompting him to look down and discover the sunflower that had been laying on his chest. He looks at it with his lips trembling, his fingertips brushing over the soft petals. It feels...real, yet...
He'll climb carefully down from his top bunk, as tempting as it is to just lay back down and never move again. He's almost...afraid to venture out, because he's not sure what he'll find. Why couldn't he just...be dead, and gone? He doesn't want to be here anymore. He can't live knowing what he'd done to Rina, remembering that look of despair in the eyes of everyone watching him as he tried to escape the amber.
You're not a monster, Varian.
He comes to a stop in the middle of the school lobby, looking around for a moment. There's so much of the school to look through...too much. It's daunting, and already he can tell that it's very empty. Maybe this is just...his version of hell, or something.]
D-Dad...
[He starts, attempting to call out for others, but it all dies on his tongue. He clutches the sunflower with shaking hands before eventually just...sinking to his knees on the floor. He's not sure he has any tears left to cry, but his body is trying it's damnest.]
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...also has little that seems to catch much of its interest. Aside from the parking lot, and the road beside it. After a few moments of consideration, it ends up walking.
And walking.
...it may be walking for a while.]
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Remembering the zoo, he's afraid spending too long in captivity will cause him to lose his mind again. Surely, though, with enough enrichment and his friends around him, he should be alright.
Those who catch him at the ice rink will see him slip-sliding around in true penguin fashion: that is to say, on his belly, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of ice again.
And when it's a pool, he's darting in and out of the water, completely at home. Try to keep clear of the splash zone...it's pretty big.]
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So then... was it just a dream...?
No. No it was real. She knows it was, just like she knew that last memory she had before they were all returned to her was real. And now that she doesn't have the shock of the injury keeping her from realizing just what had happened she understands how she died so vividly. So much even though she knows now that the wound isn't there, her brain is just imagining it so hard she feels the phantom pain.
She lays back down on her back... before turning onto her side and curling into a ball, sobbing profusely. ]
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TEEN JOY RIDE TEEN JOY RIDE
And eventually finds the car.
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Not long after that she goes in search of Varian and as soon as she finds him... ]
Varian.
[ She grabs the back of his shirt. ]
Come.
JOY RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE
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Tuesday! Before Ghost Things
He just hopes they don't follow his example, keeping it all bottled up inside until you explode and do something you can't take back.
The more positive take on things is that...he and Rina are doing okay. Much better than they were when they'd first arrived. Things aren't okay by any stretch of the imagination, but they had a good long talk and were able to come to an understanding as to exactly what happened that night. It's an immense weight off Varian's shoulders, and half the reason he's able to pick himself up and finally start to try to make something of this new existence he's having to..."live".
He spends some of the day with the car, checking up on it after Rina's reckless driving yesterday. It looks to be alright, though it has some new dings and scratches it didn't before...only Varian would know though, since nobody else has probably gotten this close to be able to tell. Later still, he's visiting the pool, going over to immediately set the pool to freeze. He doesn't plan on skating...but he does want to see how this works. How fast it freezes. So you might find him crouched like a gargoyle nearby observing...really hoping that the others still alive approach this place super damn carefully because this is an accident asking to happen...
Later still, he finally explores enough to discover the photo studio, but more specifically the Dark Room. He knows nothing about photography or its development since it wasn't yet a thing in his time, yet it's probably not surprising to find him among all of the chemicals used for developing, trying to suss out their use through his own knowledge alone.]
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adds this to our shitbillion threads bc i wanna be cute (also pool)
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GHOST TIME GHOST TIME GHOST TIME
Or possibly Tuesday. Time is fake when you're dead/temporally misplaced. But what really matters is that things are stirring in the living world. She can feel it in her bones and she's sure the Balladeer can too. The kids have busted out their spirit boards and it is time for some haunting! It's almost funny. The second time she'd run things she'd been a mixture of mildly charmed and deeply annoyed by all the vandalism the dead got up to. Now she's part of it. Hm.
Anyway step aside, Hester, some of us don't need PA systems to project across an entire campus.]
Alright, everyone, it's time to go into the woods!
[You hard the lady, to the woods!]
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Video cat herd!
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post ghosts
If you're calling in the forest and there's nobody around
do you ever really crash or even make a sound?
Did I even make a sound?
Did I even make a sound?
It's like I never made a sound
Will I ever make a sound?
[Later on he can be found in the computer lab. He's recreated the art piece he was working on before he cried about Miguel on, like, five people, but there's another one. Time works differently here, so who knows how long he's been sitting in here working on these. He's still really bored, for the record.]
Who am I to know the truth, I'm a loser
What is life and why exist?
It would suck to get devoured so I'll try now
I will pitch the painful gist
[He leans back in the chair, tipping it onto the back two legs.]
What is life? Life is awful people.
[The chair tips over and he just lies there.]
Take my mother for a spin, great example
Sixteen years with no routine
'til she stops one day to think:
"Where did the time go?
Is this all that living means?"
[Slowly, Connor drags himself up off the ground and rights the chair. He doesn't sit back down, though. Instead, he runs a hand through his hair.]
Oh! She wants new and newer
That's all that humans seek
She's a human after a killing
Willing she'll live like a movie star
Screw the world, she needs higher billing
Spending herself for the cash and car
She'll die pointing up at her shelves
See the people, all the crazy people
Living, k-k-killing themselves
[Anyway! He's fine. He's doing absolutely fine.]
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local weed kid wants weed
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The presence of the grave markers is a little odd - touching and a bit unnerving all at once. One of those is his. That's a little creepy! But more than that, it means so much to him that anyone cared enough to do something like that for him at all. He's seen the aftermath of death before. He knows just how he died, and just how far away from the garden it was. It must have been bloody, rotten work.
He doesn't sit near it, in the end, preferring his usual spot under the tree. Hopefully they'll predict that, if it matters.]
Your heart is beating.
I can see it.
Come and sit here with me in the shade.
Your love is bleeding.
I can hear it.
Saying, "Why weren't you in bed..."
[He sits there and plays for a long while, listening and feeling as well as he knows how. I can see it, I can hear it...he hopes the words might grant him a little more insight. But if someone is there on the other side, listening back for him, he still can't tell.
By the late afternoon, when he hears the Player calling again, he gives it up and goes back inside. After that, he can mostly be found lying on one of the cafeteria tables, staring up at the ceiling. It turns out that Assassins does not prepare you for knowing what edibles are, or why you shouldn't just eat two of them at once. If anyone comes close enough, he'll flail an arm at them.]
Hey! Heyyyyyy.
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Week 4
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Salieri sucks in a breath, eyes opening swiftly, as he sits up, only to find himself...onstage. The last place he remembered being. His hand goes immediately to his ribs, to where he was stabbed--only to find nothing there. Salieri frowns, looking around.]
Discord?!
[It's called out before he can rethink it, worried, calling for the last person he was with, the last person he spoke to, the last person who...There was a plan, one he had pushed Discord into, desperately clinging to the only solution he could muster with no time to think it through; no time to find another way out, and he'd decided it must be so, that it was the only way--
Salieri shakes his head as that memory wars with others, now regained--victime da ma victoire-- and he shakily tries to push to his feet. He really shouldn't expect an answer from Discord, should he. He shouldn't be here, if everything went to plan, as hurriedly conceived as it was.
He's just...going to go sit on the edge of the stage a moment, head bowing. Part of him doesn't want to venture further; doesn't want to see if the plan actually worked because it was such a slim chance anyway. Salieri just...needs a minute for that dread to continue to sit in his stomach, so he'll just sit here for a bit longer, shoulders curled, looking down at the floor.]
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I hope you're ready to be REALLY SAD
THAT'S MY SECRET, CHI, I'M ALWAYS REALLY SAD
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Going out with a bang, the only way he knows how. He doesn't entirely know how effective that even was, but it's better than going out whichever way the Wizard had in mind for him. Honestly, if anyone's the puppeteer here... Well, it should go without saying, really.
He finds those coins in his pockets, flipping one idly in the air and then just, spinning it there for a bit. Right, then. No sense lying around in here.
So, after a few moments, he heads out. Making a brief stop in the library, after which he can be found, just... just hanging around in the halls like he didn't just get here, leaning against the wall, reading...
...this.
Because of course.]
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Okay I think it's safe to tag this now hello Discord
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AFTER ALL OF THAT...
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It's A Lot.
While it does briefly explore the newly accessible wing of the school - and may or may not examine the science room for a bit before determining it's not the kind of science it needs - it lingers in the game room for a bit, something strange in its expression before it abruptly turns around and leaves.
And later on...it starts searching through the rooms themselves, before sighing and resorting to calling out;]
Leading Player?
[EVEN MORE LATER - likely a few days of such - it will also seek down Elizabeth and clear its throat to gain her attention]
Elizabeth. I would like an hour of your time.
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sometime after deadday lol
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INVESTIGATING THEATER & STAGE - open to all tho
once the new location opens up
She has. Not left this room.
All.
Day.
There's a very real chance she WON'T leave it AT ALL unless boyfriend or someone else drags her to bed or something because time here is fucking fake anyway how's she gonna know it's bed time. She's trying out a bunch of different games, but you're most likely to hear this, this or even this.
She won't hog it if someone else wants to play though. ]
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Except not really, because he sort of told everyone where to find him much of the time? He's back in the garden, sitting beneath the tree. The rainstorm that hit the world of the living didn't carry over here, so the grass is still plenty good to sit on. The graves still look recently dug. He's trying to ignore those, playing on his guitar and singing quietly instead.]
So I may be lonely
without you in my head.
All I ever wanted
was to be a different man.
But I still make her cry...
I love to make her cry...
[Anxiety is swirling in his gut. Snags in the multiverse. The Balladeer's done so much that wasn't canon - he made sure everyone got what they wanted, at the end of the last show. It had felt like the least he could do. They were his friends, and they'd been through so much. He hadn't known at the time that it might cause problems somewhere else. He'd been so confident, after successfully wresting the show away from the Leading Player...but he sees now that it was probably unearned. Even now, he's still so new to this sort of existence, being outside of his show at all.
Maybe he should have stayed longer with her, just to learn more? But how could he have done that? It's still weird and awful half the time to be in the same room as her now. She knew, though. She knew so much more than him.
Is it really possible that all of this was, once again, his fault?]
And I can't sleep, I'm restless,
so I think about myself.
If I weren't so selfish,
I could hear your calls for help.
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WEDNESDAY - composing, costuming and WEED
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BOMBS BOMBS BOMBS
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INVESTIGATION TIME! MODS WANTED WOOT WOOT
Investigation
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you know exactly what I'm here for
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Week 5
cw: throat slitting aftermath discussion
Orpheus wakes in the courtyard with a gasping breath, a hand flying to his throat, expecting heat and wetness, expecting the worst, but he finds the skin there whole and unbroken and dry. He coughs, sputtering, the phantom sensation of drowning in his own blood following him here, but as he comes to it fades, and he looks around with wide, confused eyes.
Slowly, he gets to his feet, watching the line of the roof for signs of movement, almost wholly oblivious to the rest of his surroundings as he searches. ]
Eurydice?
[ It hasn't sunk in yet, where he is. He's confused, yes, but it has to have been - just a hallucination, right? Something brought on by the Wizard's horrible fever. Elle must still be alive, and Maya would never - would never do something like that. He shivers, a chill running down his spine, and hesitantly turns to open the doors and head into the school. He wanders down the hallways, looking lost and alone. The prom decorations are all still up? But where is everyone?
Again, he calls for his wife, a deep fear sinking into him. ]
Eurydice?
[ And he has a brief vision of her, sinking into the darkness of the Underworld without him, of looking back after being told not to, of knowing not to and doing it anyway for all the terror crushing his heart, but he shakes it off and keeps looking. It has to be the fever doing this to him. He doesn't feel sick anymore, but he can't believe it's anything else. He won't. Not when they're so close. ]
hallways
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cw suicide for like, the whole thread
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THURSDAY MORNING: ANNOUNCEMENT
ANNOUNCEMENT REACTIONS
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