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

[violentenvies]

I didn't say I was leaving it up to you, I was just curious as to your opinion.

[disharmonizes]

Technically you are, considering it's my powers anyway, but.

I'm not sure I can picture you as a dragon or griffon or anything like that. Perhaps a pony is the best option.

[violentenvies]

But you can picture me as a pony, then. [amused]

Duly noted.

[disharmonizes]

I could definitely see it, yes.

Unicorns are rather stuck up. Perhaps one of those.

[violentenvies]

A unicorn. [that's...a surprise] Not what I would've expected.

[disharmonizes]

Oh? You had expectations?

[violentenvies]

Not precisely. Only...unicorns in the mythology I'm used to are rare creatures that only appear to things like kings, errant knights and young ladies who are pure of heart and all that. [he waves his free hand, as if to indicate "all that"]

[disharmonizes]

[......okay yep he's gonna laugh at that]

Oh, that's rich. Unicorns are no more special than any other kind of pony, even if I'm sure some of them would say otherwise.

[Somewhere in the distance, there is a GREAT and POWERFUL sound of disagreement.]

Mostly I've found they're prone to being anxious and making bad decisions.

[violentenvies]

[....ah]

In that case, I suppose it would be rather fitting. [ruefully]

[disharmonizes]

[Just kind of. drapes over him.]

Yes, I thought so~

[violentenvies]

[Discord drapes over him and the contact is far more comforting than he could have expected. Salieri might just be leaning into that contact a bit]

It sounds like there are more than one type of pony, however. Unicorns...what else?

[maybe the leaning feels even nicer because he still feels exhausted but...he doesn't want to stop this conversation either. It feels good to just...talk about nothing of true consequence for a bit.]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, there's pegasi, of course. The ones with the wings. I can never remember which dimension knows about those. Then there's earth ponies. No wings, no horns, no discernably unique traits.

And then there's alicorns. Horn and wings. Now those, those are the rarest of the rare. And all princesses.

[violentenvies]

Pegasi I did know about, yes. Mostly in myth, again. [he pauses at the description of the alicorns]

...all princesses? There is a royal hierarchy in Equestria?

[disharmonizes]

Well, just princesses and princes, really. At least when it comes to ponies.

[violentenvies]

[....what]

I...see. [kind of] And as for the other races?

[disharmonizes]

Well, the changelings had their hive and queen, but that changed, so now it's a king. Very much a step up, I'll add, Chrysalis was ever so unpleasant.

The dragons have their Dragon Lord... There's the Storm King-- Oh, King Sombra, absolutely dreadfully boring and...

...well, then some people really will just put Lord before their name and expect people to respect them.

[HE DOESN'T COUNT HE'S LORD OF SOMETHING OKAY]

[violentenvies]

[...]

That is a very complicated hierarchical structure, but I suppose I can adapt to such a thing.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, you're unlikely to run into most of these. You wouldn't last a minute in the Dragon Lands.

But you would fit right in at Canterlot, I'm sure.

[violentenvies]

Canterlot. [He can't help the amused twitch at the corner of his mouth. He tilts his head so he can arch an eyebrow up at Discord] And what are the Dragon Lands like?

[disharmonizes]

Very warm. Lava-y. And aggressive.

Humans are fireproof, right?

[Very mocking right now.]

[violentenvies]

Not in the least.

So a pass on the Dragon Lands, then.

And...Canterlot? What is that like? Or is that a surprise as well?

[disharmonizes]

It's where the castle is. It's all very fancy and full of uptight rich people and all that. Just... add more pastels to whatever you're imagining.

Oh, you could come see the statue garden I spent a thousand years stuck in.

[violentenvies]

So what you're saying is, I'd be leaving a Court of fancy, uptight rich people for...another fancy Court of uptight rich people. Charming.

[...as for that second bit]

Is that where you were put while you were a statue?

[disharmonizes]

Mostly. I think you'd like the princesses, they can be at least a little more fun. When they're not turning me to stone, I mean, but water under the bridge.

And I mean, it was a statue garden, I was a statue, it only makes sense.

[violentenvies]

I suppose a statue garden is where one would place a statue, yes.

[....]

How did you get out of that, anyway?