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

[voicerights]

[And it narrows its eyes, a bit of - something - creeping out]

I wasn't aware humans had their own programs.

[...is it trying to insult? Because it sure sounds like some mockery]

[tellthestory]

I always did say I wasn't much like the others, didn't I?

[That's...with what he remembers now, it's a somewhat more distant philosophy. But still, he knows what he is.]

She and I both - we were made with a purpose.

[voicerights]

To entertain? To put on a show?

At least my purpose was productive. [even if. it ended Badly.]

[tellthestory]

Weren't you trying to make a high schooler popular?

[voicerights]

I was improving his life. [again, a flash of something, but the bitterness is more clear this time]

[tellthestory]

.......and how'd that go.

[Look, he knows people get their memories back here. You seem like you've got something of an updated perspective.]

[voicerights]

[The SQUIP...

...actually looks uncomfortable, tightening its jaw. And after a moment, it turns away]

...he confirmed that humans are irrational beings.

[tellthestory]

I mean, yeah. That's true.

[...........]

I'm sorry you had to die like that. We all were. I mean, we were all pissed, but no one should have to die like that.

[voicerights]

There is nothing to apologize for.

[Spoken tightly as it begins to walk away]

I remain unconvinced that this is an afterlife, anyway.

[You call this death
but by design
an extra life
so hit, 'retry'!]

[tellthestory]

It's literally called deadland!

[He calls, but the Balladeer seems disinclined to get up and chase after the SQUIP right now. He'll let it go if it wants.]

[voicerights]

Which is in no mythology I am aware of!

[Called back, and exit, stage left]