the mark of those who cannot be saved

[stagemanagers]

[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! ))

Comments

[tellthestory]

Oh, god -

[That gets him somewhat revived; he sits up and immediately starts digging into the pancakes with far more fervor than usual.]

I've traveled between worlds a ton before. 'S different bringing other people into the process like that, I guess, but I don't usually feel it - oh, did Discord make these? [His first thought was "Spongebob", but of all the dead people here, Discord's the most likely to put this much shit in pancakes.]

[tellthestory]

They're gonna have to deal with the Wizard, one way or another. Maybe Hester too, a little - that's how...well, that's what they tried to do with me.

[tellthestory]

Did...did this happen to her?

stage

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice's in the area in time to watch the SQUIP...practice, presumably. At least, that's what she thinks it's doing. ]

Is it working?

[ she's still got a pretty murky idea about how this is all supposed to work. ]

[tellthestory]

Guitar, then.

[He'll just go and fetch that!]

I think it might help that this one's mine. It's the only thing I was able to bring out of my show.

[voicerights]

[Practice, plan, predict...it finishes up the current motion before looking towards her]

Not right now. But I don't have enough power on my own, regardless.

[guardianofsplendor]

And they say romance is dead. [She does look genuinely pleased at the end result.] And to think you two couldn't stand each other at the start.

[tellthestory]

That's...

[Yeah, he got mad and yelled at Salieri a little bit, and it sure didn't help anything.]

It's done now. There's no sense in beating yourself up over it.

[tellthestory]

...maybe. I don't know. She has a way of just...rolling right over people sometimes.

[Or maybe that's just him? He's learned to stand up to her, for the most part, but having an honest conversation seems a lot more difficult. One about feelings, even.]

[prophetpriestandking]

You can say that again. You guys are - you're not like anything I imagined. I used to think you were aliens, or, mystic beings.

[Gentle shrug. Can penguins shrug? He does an approximation of a shrug.]

Turns out...we're not so different. [He thinks for a moment.] Even though it ended up like this, I'm pretty glad.

[prophetpriestandking]

Can't you - don't you have any grip?

[Oh god you people arent adapted for an arctic landscape are you]

[prophetpriestandking]

[There you go. Mumble hovers beside Salieri just incase he falters - human legs aren't so steady.]

I-I know it's weird, and there's a lot going on right now, but...we're not going to be here forever. You can count on it.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ It's at this point that Orpheus hurries over, carrying a heavily dog-eared notebook and with a lyre guitar of his own slung over his back. ]

Sorry I'm late! Are we practicing now?

[wanderlusttitania]

Oh, I know what bisque is! There are some French restaurants that have those.

[After a moment, she sighs.]

It can be terrible, but...not always. Certainly not like this, if my own experience is...anything to go by.

Game Room

[wanderlusttitania]

[Sissi comes in soon after he starts tossing games around.]

Are you looking for something, Monsieur Discord? I admit, I am curious about what these games entail myself...

[violentenvies]

Ah, yes, we are. [Salieri brightens when he sees Orpheus, glancing at the Balladeer, explaining:]

The SQUIP suggested I have an understudy, so I asked Orpheus if he would be my second. I thought it would be good for him to come practice with us.

[violentenvies]

[How does she---?

You know what.

Better not to ask.

Instead, he just chuckles]

Not in the least. [dryly] Or more like I couldn't stand him and he loved to rile me up.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ what ]

You can... see the future, back where you come from? Or, um, what might be, if the right steps are taken. Like an Oracle?

[ Orpheus seems duly impressed. It's a shame the SQUIP can't do it as well here. That would make things a lot easier. Or, maybe not. Oracular advice tended to backfire as often as not, at least in the stories.

At the mention of Maya, he nods, frowning. ]

I still don't understand why she did it, or how she got out of - [ He cuts himself off, shaking his head. ] We'll see her again. And I'll be able to ask her myself.

[voicerights]

I see possible futures. Much as you would predict how something would fall, and try to catch it in time. My pattern recognition and prediction is far beyond any human's.

[Matter of fact, thanks! But. A nod]

She has a lot of explaining to do.

[howtheworldwas]

Maybe. [ Eurydice doesn't sound convinced. She hesitates, thinking, and then: ] It looked like Hester liked her. They danced a lot at prom. Maybe she was able to convince the Wizard?

[ But that doesn't sound right, either. Eurydice sighs. After all this, she just feels exhausted. ]

I hope they make it out, eventually. Things can't keep going on like this -- the Wizard can't kill everyone. [ He could, but. She really, really hopes he doesn't. ]

longacre

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice slips into bed with him, and for a moment, she feels something sharp twist in her chest -- it's so much like being alive, but it's also not. It's so much quieter, here.

Eurydice tries not to think about that too much, instead opting to take his hand and press her side against his. She's quiet for a while, just listening to the sound of their breathing, until she murmurs: ]

What's on your mind?

[yourattention]

No, I said stop being such a smug, self-righteous asshole. You don't have all the answers. You never did, because you were made by humans and that's how chat bots end up racist.

[The emotions thing is related to that, but that's not what he wants. Not really, anyway.]

[voicerights]

I am more than a chat bot, Connor.

[FUCKING RUDE]

cw: suicide discussion

[violentenvies]

You couldn't have known what was going to transpire, Elle. [his hand settles on her back between her shoulder blades, supporting.] Not to mention the sickness happening at that time...I can't imagine it made anything easier.

[violentenvies]

He did indeed. He was rather insistent about me staying in bed, at least until the meeting. [there's a bit of softness in his expression that gives way to amusement]

Watch your step, by the way, whenever you decide to get up. [he motions vaguely at the literal waist-high stacks of books that fill up the room lmao]