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

[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.

[violentenvies]

Can you name for me someone here that better understands chaos, plot twists and the emotional impact of such better than you?

For the record, I did not expect it
I know that this is rather hard to sell
It came up with this plan yet it's still missing vital pieces and
Unfortunately I know you would work so well.

For the record.

[disharmonizes]

[this is it. this is the worst timeline.]

And you really think this is our best shot at this?

[violentenvies]

I wouldn't suggest it otherwise.

[disharmonizes]

...Fine, if you're that sure of it, I suppose we really don't have a better use of our time than trying this.

But I'm not going to play nice.

[violentenvies]

[that makes him chuckle]

I wouldn't expect so, no. We do need to get work done but outside of that, well...I'll make popcorn.

[disharmonizes]

...Yes, snacks are probably a good idea, aren't they?

[oh no that's his plotting voice]

Fine, then. I'll help out, for your sake, and we'll see if I can't liven up this project, hm?

[violentenvies]

I would expect nothing less, mon amour.

[dryly but certainly with amusement because he knows that tone of voice. But like he said, one may not be able to stop a natural disaster, but one can certainly prepare for it.]

[disharmonizes]

Well, then. I have some preparations to finish, but I'll come meet you soon then?

[violentenvies]

Very well.

[he starts to turn away, but pauses before he can take a step, turning back]

However, before you go...

[disharmonizes]

[Discord pauses at that himself.]

Hm?

[violentenvies]

[He'll just step in close, reaching out to rest a hand on Discord's arm for balance as Salieri pushes up onto his toes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before moving to sink back down]

Thank you.

[disharmonizes]

[hjdfgjhdfg SIR--]

...yes, well. [Just. clears his throat.] You're very welcome, of course.

[violentenvies]

[ugh please could you not look so cute and flustered it just makes him want to kiss you again.

But instead Salieri just...squeezes Discord's wrist gently, before stepping back]

I'll see you soon?

[disharmonizes]

Very soon. Don't get too excited, now, this isn't going to be easy for you.

[Dealing with Discord and the SQUIP in the same room? Good fucking luck bud.]