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]

For now. [right he's just...maybe going to start loosening his cravat] Perhaps I should've cracked the door a bit more, it's starting to get a bit warm in here.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, yes, I--

[just... looks over as Salieri loosens that. oh.

wow.

it IS warm in here.]

I suppose it is.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri just huffs, pulling the cravat off and tossing it to the side carelessly, before starting to shrug out of his jacket]

That's alright, I'll just take off a few layers and that should be enough.

[disharmonizes]

[........]

That... should help.

Better...?

[violentenvies]

[he tosses the jacket on top of the cravat, letting out a small, pleased sigh]

Almost.

[and then he's just going to reach up and undo the top couple buttons of his collar]

There. Now I don't feel like I'm being strangled.

[disharmonizes]

[..........definitely hot in here]

Mhmm... right...

[violentenvies]

[Salieri moves to settle again, and in doing so, it becomes clear that his normal ponytail has loosened as some of the strands fall in his face--and he makes an annoyed sound]

Not that, too.

[he huffs, reaching up to undo the ribbon at the back, letting his hair fall loose around his shoulders for a moment, running a hand through it in annoyance to push it back from his face]

I'll have to redo that.

[disharmonizes]

[SIR]

Oh, well, I mean... no reason to, ah... rush... things.

[he is looking respectfully]

It's... certainly a new look for you.

[violentenvies]

[he's about to start tying his hair back up, but that gives him pause a moment. He turns his head to glance Discord's way, watching him a moment, calculating.

Then, the corner of Salieri's mouth quirks slightly, and he's tilting his head so that his hair falls loose over the front of his shoulder as well, framing his face.]

Oh. Is it?

[disharmonizes]

[he is staring

so much right now

and wow yeah Salieri was right it IS warm and his face is red and also his heart is racing what is happening]

Definitely not a bad thing... for the record.

1/2

[violentenvies]

[Well that is

immensely flattering.

Salieri's smirk widens slightly and he leans in close to Discord, one hand going down to the pillows for balance while the other reaches out, index finger curling in that goatee of his, winding it around his finger gently]

For the record...

2/2

[violentenvies]

...duly noted. [and his smirk widens as his hand moves to Discord's chest, flattening as he gives one good shove, pushing him away and down onto those pillows before he sits back a bit, smirking down at him, rather self-satisfied and smug.]

[disharmonizes]

[Salieri's right there, just, leaning close, doing all that--

...and then suddenly gravity increases on him?

......wait no those are pillows and he is on them now. okay. he slides down even more.

still just

staring

help]

[violentenvies]

[alsdkhfs Salieri can't help but chuckle at the bewildered look on Discord's face--and he's reaching out to comb a hand through Discord's hair, gently]

There. That's better, now, isn't it?

[disharmonizes]

[...somehow he actually finds himself relaxing at that and, oh, that's odd.]

Well. Maybe...

[violentenvies]

[cute :> he's cute]

Maybe~? [drawled a bit, curling his fingers to scratch gently at Discord's scalp, just behind his ear]

[disharmonizes]

[This is extremely rude and extremely effective and sir--]

Mhm, well, don't get all smug about it.

[violentenvies]

[his expression softens at that, moving to tuck some hair behind Discord's ear instead]

Shouldn't I? [he chuckles a bit, thumb brushing against his temple, gently]

Perhaps it's just nice to see you relax.

[disharmonizes]

I still say I relax plenty...

[he's so full of it]

[violentenvies]

Mmmhmm. So much. [dryly]

So relaxed you even fool yourself. [he tugs on one of those white hair strands, gently]

[disharmonizes]

Well, I am good at fooling people...

[wait that wasn't the point, the point was--

what was this about again?

...he might be slumping over a little more. just. sliding further down. he has not noticed this.]

[violentenvies]

You are. You fooled me for a while, certainly. [oh. He's sliding down--and Salieri sputters out a laugh, leaning over to grab onto his collar and keep him there]

Wait--you're sliding off--

[disharmonizes]

Blame gravity. Stupid gravity.

[Gravity sucks, Salieri, and he can't turn it off anymore! :(

So, Salieri can try to keep him upright but odds are that's just going to cause Discord to only slide down to, uh. right into his lap.

Hi.]

[violentenvies]

[oh my god does he try.

But also, unfortunately, he is also in a bit of a state so down Discord goes, right into Salieri's lap.

Which causes him to laugh again, shifting--]

Oh, yes, curse gravity. Terrible, terrible thing. [there--he's now shifted so his lap is a much better pillow for Discord's head and shoulders, and Salieri looks down at him, hair hanging like a black curtain around his face, with an expression that doesn't even begin to hide how fond he is]

How it has beset you, mon pauvre cher. [maybe his hand goes back into Discord's hair, threading through those strands, carding through, petting gently]

[disharmonizes]

How do people put up with it? Just the constant pulling. Or is it pushing? I can't even tell.

[...just slumps over more. This is... comfy. Kind of nice.]