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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! ))
local weed kid wants weed
I miss you and death's such a drain
How can I shut off my brain?
It wrecks me, Mary Jane
[Is he just. Lying on one of the cafeteria tables? Yes. Yes, he is. Local bisexual cannot sit in a chair and has resorted to petulantly lying on tables.]
Mary Jane, oh, Mary Jane
You conquered me like Charlemagne
Pleasure intertwined with pain
I miss you, Mary Jane
[He just lies there for a moment before:]
Hey, Miss Nana's Hot Boss Lady? Do you have weed or are your guys acid people?
[why'd you guys let me in deadland, actually]
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But as times and tastes have changed- [She sets a black lacquered box on the table and slides it toward his head.]
Simple joys have a simple voice
That says, "why not go ahead?"
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[Connor twists so he's lying on his stomach, before propping himself up on an elbow and opening the box up. Then he pauses.]
Should we, like, call everyone in? It's not like we can do anything until Nana comes back, right?
[He assumes not, since she gave him weed and she seems responsible enough to not give him weed if they're supposed to be doing something.]
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Your time is your own. Not like the clock runs linearly when you're dead anyway, unless it's a Saturday. [She snaps her fingers, a sound that somehow reverberates all through the school and the grounds to at least catch some attention.] Gather 'round, children, it's time for some optional recreation!
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[God, he should. Not be on the table for this, huh? He rolls off the table, onto the opposite side of the table from LP, and sits before pulling the box toward himself and rifling through it. Oh! Edibles! He'll leave those for the less experienced people. He takes a joint instead and shuts the box, before looking up at LP.]
Got a light?
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[She grins and snaps her fingers again. A small spark jumps from her fingertips and lights the tip of the joint. Oh, the temptation of that flirting song from that show she stole Mark from.]
Fire happens to be a specialty of mine.
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He takes a drag of the joint, letting the smoke settle in his lungs. If Miguel were here, he'd know the exact amount to smoke. The right mix and strain for everyone. Connor doesn't and at this point? He's simply happy to not fucking be sober.]
Hey, you know that weird thing you and B do? Where you just know stuff? Are you guys born like that or is it something you learn how to do?
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Oh, you mean the Narration? [Connor can defiantly hear that capitalization.] Neither of us were "born" exactly. You know that old myth Athena, right? Sprang fully formed from Zeus's head, full of knowledge, blah blah blah. We're kind of like that. We're made to facilitate, explain and pass on stories.
But now that you mention it- [She takes another drag.] -I've never actually heard of someone "learning" how to be a Narrator without already having some kind of buried deeper link to their story.
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Somewhere in the Groundhog suit in the world of the living, Nana sneezes. ]
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But that aside.]
What are you talking about?
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But what happens when a SQUIP tries some other recreational activities?
1/3
2/3
3/3
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The Player has been...fine, since he got here. She used to be a lot friendlier towards him. In retrospect, he assumes that was all manipulation, so the fact that she hasn't been actively schmoozing with everyone has been...a little bit of a comfort. He still doesn't really like it, but it's...good. And now here we are, with her handing out...]
What'cha got there?
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What kind of optional recreation?
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They're too busy having their own "optional recreation"
(making out) ]