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]

[Congratulations, Salieri. You get to see some emotion on the SQUIP's face. Abhorration shifts to disgust shifts back to frustration to a forced calm that does nothing to hide how unhappy the SQUIP is hearing this. But after a few more moments, it closes its eyes, takes a deep breath, and...

...lets it out, slowly. Fine. It has these emotions. It will not be ruled by them, so- rethink. There's still a deep scowl on its features as it considers from multiple angles, considers possible futures, end results, goals, reasons, purpose

And finally, it opens its eyes to meet Salieri's. It still doesn't look happy.]

Give me thirty minutes to back up my work, or give me thirty minutes of advance notice before you bring him in.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri nods, once.]

Go ahead and do what you need to. I'll be back in half an hour with Discord.

[voicerights]

[ugh

it'll just start. pulling out some notebooks and prepping for chaos as best as it can.]

[violentenvies]

[Great. Salieri's going to turn on his heel and walk out, and go find Discord]

[disharmonizes]

[Well, Discord is around, near the science lab and oh god he has glitter why does he have glitter that can't be good--]

[violentenvies]

[no, glitter was discussed before so he knows exactly what that's for, it is going to get everywhere probably, but that's alright]

Discord.

[disharmonizes]

...Oh, dear. Discord in B-flat. Am I already in trouble?

Because I haven't even gotten a chance to start.

[violentenvies]

Not at all, cher. After all, that was in A-Sharp. [he says like they aren't the exact same note.]

And this isn't about your explosions.

[disharmonizes]

[Rolls his eyes.]

Yes, of course, my apologies.

Are you just here to weigh in on glitter colors?

[violentenvies]

Not exactly.

[he folds his arms, leaning on the wall]

However, if you do happen to fine some black or purple glitter...

[disharmonizes]

I can certainly make that happen for you. One goth bomb, coming right up.

[the things he does for you...]

So, what did you come for, then?

[violentenvies]

I do appreciate it.

[as for that other thing]

...I've been working with the SQUIP this morning on that bit it said it was writing. The one that could possibly change this so-called script and affect the story.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, yes, that.

[IMMEDIATELY he is less interested in this conversation, just looking at his little bottle of glitter and shaking it as if this was a scientific experiment.]

I'm sure that must be a really exciting time.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri huffs at that]

Working with the SQUIP isn't on my list of fun past times either. [drawled, annoyed.] However, if what it's working on could counter what the Wizard does...at this point, it's our best shot.

[disharmonizes]

Yes, yes, important work, the enemy of our enemy, all that. Very annoying, but I understand.

I don't envy you one bit, though.

[If he had to actually work with the SQUIP and be forced to get stuff done? He'd lose his mind, he's pretty sure.]

[violentenvies]

Yes, well. I'm sure you don't, however... [Salieri trails off, arching an eyebrow]

[disharmonizes]

...however, you want me to push it into a lake? Because we don't have a lake, but I could improvise.

[violentenvies]

We do have a pool, but no, not yet.

[drawled, again]

[disharmonizes]

It's really not the same, but I suppose it'll do.

...Go on, then, out with it.

[violentenvies]

We've hit something of a roadblock, and I think having some chaos in the mix would help greatly.

[disharmonizes]

...Yes, I'm sure it would.

[Is he being obtuse on purpose? Absolutely.]

[violentenvies]

[yeah, he knows]

The SQUIP is too orderly, unsurprisingly. [Salieri sighs, letting annoyance seep into his tone] Being made of pure order, etc, etc. [he waves a hand] Therefore, it cannot seem to access the impulsivity and twists that a good musical performance needs.

Though I have plenty of experience combining both structure and order with emotional inflection, I'm afraid it puts me at a disadvantage in this, seeing as I am a master of neither end. Which is why I think someone who is an expert on that sort of chaotic impulsivity is essential to making this work.

[just. Looking at him. Calmly. But Directly.]

[disharmonizes]

That does sound like quite the pickle you're in. [Tossing some glitter into the air which-- oh it's green now. It definitely was not before.] And I would so love to help you find literally anyone else to help out with that, but, oh, my schedule is all full up I'm afraid!

[As he pointedly looks through a day planner that just appeared.]

Let's see, bombs, bombs, bombs, lunch, more bombs-- I simply haven't the time!

[violentenvies]

[Yeah. He knew this would be a hard sell]

Believe me, I'm well aware that, if you had your druthers, the SQUIP would be dropped back into that container of red liquid and never heard from again.

That being said...as much as I hate to admit it, it is actually constructing something of merit, or at least attempting to, but due to its limitations, cannot complete it on its own.

[disharmonizes]

And there's no one else you can get in on this. Literally no one else? Think about this carefully now, because I wouldn't want to deprive someone else of this.