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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! ))
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...
But I have also been considering giving them another message as well. Something brief enough to let them know we are here. Something to let them know we are also still looking for freedom as well. That even if we're not with them materially...
we're going to fight with them!
[She might be walking really fast rn, vroom vroom.]
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for something used to handling a hundred threads at once, this shouldn't be a problem, but- that was when it was a SQUIP. A proper SQUIP, not this facsimile of one in a human body. It briefly clenches its hands, then reaches out to grab her shoulder]
How!?
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Sissi does stop at the shoulder touch, and clenches her fists. She quickly looks around, doesn't find what she's looking for. But that's all right.
She knows a place she can go to for what she needs.]
This way!
[And she runs back towards the school.]
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the SQUIP hesitates only a moment before running after her, not wasting breath with talk
...if nothing else, it wants to see what she has in mind, ok?]
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Anyways, she ends up in the scene shop, where she gets a can of black paint, a brush, and plywood.
She starts to paint.]
Do you know Hungarian, monsieur?
There is a word in that language...!
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[But it sounds uncertain. More confused than anything else. What are you even doing, Elizabeth? It's watching for now]
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Though we live in mists of death,
ideas cannot be so killed!
So long as there's hope in our hearts
we are indefatigable!
[She's almost done.]
Logic says we've nothing left, but
We've still have our friends to help
So let's do that by saying one word!
[She finishes, and...well, it's a bit sloppy from how fast she went, but it's obvious what that word is.]
Éljen, éljen, monsieur SQUIP!
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talkingsinging to itself]Irrationality and unpredictability...
To me they're such a weakness, but to her, a strength?
To keep hope in darkness, when all light seems lost-
It pushes her forwards, to immeasurable lengths-
[Its brow creases as it tries to wrap its head around this.]
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Time to get a hammer and nails!]
Let's put this where they can see it
so they know that we're still around...!
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[But it seems to have anticipated her want, and is handing her said hammer and nails!]
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Among the dead, even Death had regrets
Let's not let inaction be one of ours!
Let's go! I think I know where we can put this.
How does near the cafeteria sound to you?
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That lead to the first of my kind?
[It seems to realize her attention is on it, and it blinks, pulling itself out of its musing and straightening up. Right.]
For visibility? It would be seen by those here. But how is that helping to reach the others?
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The greatest wellspring of ingenuity!
If we put this in a place where everyone would normally go, and if what Monsieur Balladeer said holds weight here, then it's possible something this big could cross the liminal barrier between the living and the dead!
[How that barrier actually works in this place is...unimportant at the moment. Seriously, unless the Wizard has death angels in his beck and call or something, the inner workings of liminality general are Things Men and Machine Aren't Meant To Know and the Wizard should know better than to try to mess with Death itself.]
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And suddenly, its eyes widen]
A harnessed observer effect. It has merit.
[DID THE SQUIP JUST REACH A LOGICAL PATH THAT ALLOWS IT TO BELIEVE IN IRRATIONALITY, MAYBE]
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Let's do this!
[Nod! She'll take one side if you take the other, SQUIP!]
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And once they get to the entrance of the cafeteria, and set that sucker down, it's time to go to town with the hammer and nails!--]
Oh, wait, I'll get another hammer!
One moment, I'll be right back!
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...it's used to humans doing things instead, though, so it'll patiently wait, while judging a position where it will best be seen and Observed and it's still not certain if this is going to make a difference any more. So, uncertain of what else to do...
Its voice is quiet once more as it looks at down at the sign and brushes its fingers along the edge]
I thought the future held a perfect place for us
That together we would learn to be the best that we could be
In my naivety I slipped, you thought I had gotten in your way
Somehow I let you turn your back on me
[it brings its hand up to its chest, slowly, as it looks around, as if seeing this place for the first time]
And one day I woke to find
The future had no place for me
I was unwanted in a world
That with my hands I was to help build
Where once was honesty and pride
I now stand broken and alone
Just a shadow of what I was meant to be
[A grip of fists, and then- a slow movement of hands. Up, up, down down-]
Does anybody feel
the way I do?
Is there anybody out there?
Are you hearing me?
If I believe in you
Will you believe in me?
Or am I alone
in this hall of dreams?
[And now- now it turns back towards where Sissi had gone, as if afraid she's about to return]
I'll believe in you,
if you believe in me
But I have no trust
in anything
Somehow I fear
You'll go and turn your back on me.
I'm not ready
For you to turn your back on me.
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Here we are.
Are you ready?
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Of course. I have determined the optimal placement- there.