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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! ))
Week 5
cw: throat slitting aftermath discussion
Orpheus wakes in the courtyard with a gasping breath, a hand flying to his throat, expecting heat and wetness, expecting the worst, but he finds the skin there whole and unbroken and dry. He coughs, sputtering, the phantom sensation of drowning in his own blood following him here, but as he comes to it fades, and he looks around with wide, confused eyes.
Slowly, he gets to his feet, watching the line of the roof for signs of movement, almost wholly oblivious to the rest of his surroundings as he searches. ]
Eurydice?
[ It hasn't sunk in yet, where he is. He's confused, yes, but it has to have been - just a hallucination, right? Something brought on by the Wizard's horrible fever. Elle must still be alive, and Maya would never - would never do something like that. He shivers, a chill running down his spine, and hesitantly turns to open the doors and head into the school. He wanders down the hallways, looking lost and alone. The prom decorations are all still up? But where is everyone?
Again, he calls for his wife, a deep fear sinking into him. ]
Eurydice?
[ And he has a brief vision of her, sinking into the darkness of the Underworld without him, of looking back after being told not to, of knowing not to and doing it anyway for all the terror crushing his heart, but he shakes it off and keeps looking. It has to be the fever doing this to him. He doesn't feel sick anymore, but he can't believe it's anything else. He won't. Not when they're so close. ]
hallways
He halts, just staring a moment... before going to approach. Waking up here might've been easy enough for him, but he knows how hard it was for Antonio. How hard it must be for Orpheus right now and whoever else...
...One thing at a time.]
I don't suppose you've simply taken a wrong turn?
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Eurydice?
She freezes. Oh no.
Oh no.]
Monsieur Orpheus?!
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Varian startles when he hears a voice through the hallway. He'd been in the game room, with Rina. They'd fallen asleep together there late in the evening after prom, unintentionally. He'd just seperated from her to get himself changed and cleaned up when the sound of a familiar-yet-non voice reaches his ears, chilling him to the bone. No, oh no-
He rounds the corner, the coattails of the jacket that Salieri had picked out for him sweeping in his wake as he rushes to find the voice's source, boots clicking against the floor. His face is smeared with dark marks under his eyes, eyeliner that had gotten smudged in sleep. It isn't until he's done some searching that he finds him.
Someone he never, ever wanted to find here.]
O...Orpheus?
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hallways
Like Orpheus, she wanders the hallways of this strange, red school. Unlike Orpheus, she's looking for someone: him. She knows he probably doesn't want her here, but she also knows she can't avoid him, can't leave him alone -- not after remembering that she's just lost him forever.
When she does find him, she doesn't approach with a mad dash or relieved hug. She's careful, quiet, apologetic. ]
Orpheus? Orpheus, I'm -- [ she reaches out, her voice cracking ] -- I'm sorry.
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Orpheus!
[She scrambles to her feet and hurries over to him.]
Why are you here? What happened? Are you okay?
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Eurydice wakes coughing, gasping, shouting the word her dying body wouldn't let her say: ]
Orpheus!
[ But nobody answers. Not even Maya. Eurydice scrambles to her feet, still running on the adrenaline from that fight, and finds that she's still in the costume room. She looks down at her hands and finds that she's no longer holding the pickaxe; she presses her hands to her neck and finds that it's no longer warm or wet. But she's still angry, still reeling from the loss, from coming so close and losing it all just before the dawn. ]
Maya? Maya, get back here!
[ Silence. Eurydice starts tearing through the room, ripping clothes off of hangers, out of drawers, trying to find her weapon, her husband's killer -- anyone. But there's nothing, nothing, nothing. She's alone again, and it hits her like a freight train: he looked back. She fell. They lost, and there's nothing they can do, no matter how hard they try, no matter how many times they sing the song.
And, just like that, the adrenaline is gone. Eurydice sinks to her knees, still wearing that delicate, blue dress. She gathers up some fabric -- somebody's clothes, she doesn't know whose, doesn't care -- and buries her face into it, and cries.
She stays like that for a long time. ]
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There's tea spilling out of the cup and onto his hand but he ignores it as he breaks into a run, dread curling in his stomach. He stumbles to a stop outside the Costume Room just as the crying starts.
Oh.
There she is.
Something inside him feels like it fractures as he sees her there, face buried in fabric, the room a whirlwind around her.
Salieri swallows, hard, carefully moving to set down his scores and what little is left of his tea, and steps into the room, moving over to her. He doesn't know how she'll react to seeing him at all and there's a significant anxiety that feels like it's clawing at his back as he gets closer to her but...
it's outweighed by concern, by how much he loves her and wants to see her alright and she is very clearly not alright right now--
A foot or two away he stops, dropping into a crouch]
....Eurydice?
[he can't help it--he reaches out a hand towards her shoulder, not touching her yet, but it's there]
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It's not so much that such is where it first finds her; it's been gathering data based on the yelling and everything else. So when it actively seeks her out, it's prepared, a few carefully-folded papers in its hand.
But it doesn't approach immediately. Instead, it studies Eurydice for a few moments, taking in her manner. The distress is clear to it, even if it's hidden behind a disassociation, but then, how else would humans react? But it didn't come with just the papers.
There is the sound of someone clearing their throat next to Eurydice. And a small mug being held out, steaming and smelling of tea. Whether or not she notices the SQUIP itself being the source of both things is irrelevant for the moment; it cannot simply make her present, as it were, but it can certainly supply the needed pieces for her to come back to herself.
Humans tend to react better when they believe they're more in control, after all.]
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At the sound of the screaming, though, he books it over to the costume room, violin and bow still in his hands.]
What happened? Wait - Eurydice?
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But it's Friday and crying
young girls in costume rooms shouldn't be left to their own devices.]
Here, baby. [The Leading Player is beside Eurydice without a sound of her approach, a box of tissues in her hand- the good kind, not the type that feel like sandpaper against a raw nose.] It beats using jersey knit to wipe your face.
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cw suicide for like, the whole thread
Except it wasn't a dream.
She doesn't remember much through the haze of the sickness and the hallucinations of the nightshade, but she remembers falling. Maybe she remembers hitting the ground, but those aren't the things she wants to dwell on right now. Whether it was the berries or falling off the roof, it didn't really matter to her overall plan.
It takes a moment, but eventually Elle sits up and notices the ring pressed into her hand. That hadn't been there when she went to the roof. It's the weight of the coins, the ones Orpheus and Eurydice had put with all their friends, that makes her realize someone must have placed it on her afterwards.
Who must have placed it on her.
Tears well up as she hunches over herself and begins to quietly cry.]
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She sees Elle, on the ground, and freezes for a moment. But only for a moment. Then, she is running again, this time towards Elle.]
Mademoiselle-!
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[The Balladeer was once again on his way out to the garden, but he stops when he sees Elle. Approaching, he carefully kneels down in front of her, balanced awkwardly with his guitar slung across his back.]
Hey - Elle?
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Are there any final questions?
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Discord is actually pretty busy. Before the meeting, he can be spotted gathering supplies in the computer lab. He's putting things together, taking notes, using the whiteboard, he's... actually organizing? Looks like he's preparing.
He's at it for a long while, actually, and if you happen to be nearby as Discord's doing that... you might see a moment where his arm almost looks a little translucent.
Which Discord is noticing too, pausing and quickly just knocking over a stack of papers, sending them flying all over the place. And, just like that, he's all normal again. Just, breathing out a sigh.]
Mm, yes, maybe not that organized...
[After the meeting, though, Discord's going to be around in the costume room, collecting fabric. Which wouldn't be the first time, though he usually goes for more of a multicolored mess of things. This time, he's sticking to darker colors. And, a little later, he's... sewing things together.
What the heck is he up to now?
...Later, still, you can see him collecting glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. Is someone making more glitter bombs again?]
>:(
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postmeeting costume room
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Post dress rehearsal, pre and post meeting
[If anyone wants to talk to Salieri before the meeting, he can be found in Broadhurst, where he has been, apparently, grounded. It should be noted that there are, interestingly, stacks of books both outside the room and, once one enters, inside of it, all of varying subjects. Salieri himself is ensconced in bed, reclining on several pillows, legs tucked under a couple warm blankets. There's a glass of water, a cup of tea, and the remnants of some breakfast on the side table, while Salieri sits in bed, probably reading. He probably looks the most casual as anyone has ever seen him, hair down and tucked behind his shoulders and in a simple t-shirt and loose pants]
Post-meeting
[Post-meeting, due to certain complications, he's been confined back to bed again. However, after a small argument about location, it seems his mattress, along with the sheets and the pillows, has been moved outside. Because Salieri wanted to be outside, so this was the compromise. Now outside, Salieri is sitting on said mattress, still wrapped up in blankets, but now studying a couple different scores. There's no instrument to be found, but he is humming different bars here and there. At one point, he looks up, staring into the middle distance as he repeats a certain chunk of melody, and lifts a hand, reaching out his index finger as if to almost touch something--before he pulls it back again, shaking his head, pushing that away]
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His stomach rumbles loudly. Do narrator abilities consume calories? He's never had to consider that before. He should really get up and find something to eat...but instead, he groans again and rolls over to press his face into the pillow.
Of course, eventually he does drag himself out of bed. He needs to attend the meeting, after all. As surprisingly difficult as that was, the Balladeer knows he'll likely have to do it again; getting everyone out of here safely is more important. The best he can do is to be involved in the planning.
After the meeting, as much as he might like to, he doesn't return to bed. Wrapped up in his jacket and a hoodie, he still looks a little bit like death warmed over, but he's determined to at least get a little bit of garden-playing today. Tired as he is, he's gravitated back to the familiar comfort of his guitar. He'll sit out there for a little bit, playing without singing. When that's done, he just sits in the grass and soaks up the sun. Eventually he drops off to sleep again, back and head resting against the tree.
(There's small cups of wine sitting in the garden around him, perched on benches and the edges of the graves.)]
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Another thing to think about - knowing where his story ends. May end. The SQUIP said they weren't from the same dimensional positions, which as far as he understands means 'not the same worlds,' which means he's not really the ancient Orpheus Elisabeth knows. But... there's some hope to be had, there. That Lord Hades would grant him some mercy in death, and reunite him with Eurydice when his time came. If it's really true, he's sure Lady Persephone had no small hand in that, and he almost smiles thinking about it. Almost.
But the last and most pressing issue is not knowing what will happen to all of the dead here, stuck in this limbo between life in the school and the Underworld. The Augmented Story Structure plan seems... sensical? To Orpheus? In the same way as the Balladeer's and Janis's respective influence that he's seen. But what happens, when the others still alive get out? Will the dead just be stuck here, for the rest of time? Will they be sent to their worlds' afterlives, dead regardless of where they were when they were taken by the Wizard? Put back exactly where they were found? Or dumped somewhere else entirely? He just doesn't know.
He wants to live again. He wants Eurydice to live again, even with the tentative promise of Elysium before them. They have so much life left to live, so many things they weren't able to do, and he wants it so badly it hurts and sometimes even sharpens into anger and indignation at everyone who took it from them - Hades, Maya - but he swallows that down and tries to have hope. It's harder than it's ever been, but he tries.
He spends most of the day lying on one of the beds in Longacre, where he'd taken to sleeping in life. He doesn't do much, just stares at the ceiling and considers all he's been told carefully, and periodically he tears up or jerks slightly with an odd half-sob, but mostly he's just thinking. Anyone who walks in on him will have to work at it a little to get his attention.
After he's done with that, though, he'll drag himself out of bed to head to the band room, where he picks up a guitar - not his, not quite right, a little shallow-sounding but it'll have to do - and starts to play, grabbing a pencil and a sheet of paper and writing furiously in an odd musical notation of his own devising, totally illegible to anyone else. If it's good, if it's worth using, he'll translate it into something more standard later, but for now he just wants to get thoughts down as quickly as possible. ]
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longacre
guess who didn't get a notif for this
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After the meeting, she takes a book up to the roof and makes herself comfortable far away from the edges. Even though she has the book open on her lap, she stares out into the distance. It seems unlikely she's turned a page since opening it. Occasionally she'll fiddle with the ring on her left ring finger, but is otherwise still.]
Post-Song Check-in
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It's time for some final calculations. But remember how we already mentioned that it's in one of two states? There's a very good chance that it can be found having fallen asleep, there, or just...
...back on the stage. Not singing, not dancing, but just...walking about, and, occasionally, making a set of familiar gestures. Up, up...
Unsurprisingly, nothing happens as a result of that, but once in a while it holds that position nonetheless as if it could still connect with something.
Someone.
Receive and transmit.]
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THURSDAY MORNING: ANNOUNCEMENT
Thank you all for coming. I realize this is a bit sudden, however, considering the circumstances and the goal we are working towards, I thought it imperative that you all knew about this as soon as possible. During the dress rehearsal the other day, the SQUIP was able to connect to some of its brethren. Though the connection did not hold for long, it was long enough to exchange some information with the others. In doing so, it received the information that the others that it was connected to are going to do whatever they can to help us. It is unknown in what manner or form this help will appear, but such actions are underway.
Help is coming; for our friends, for our family. We don’t know how long said actions will take, but we must do our utmost to pave the way for them by cutting the Wizard’s metaphorical legs out from under him and doing our best to deter him until they arrive.
This is a daunting task. I won’t deny that for a minute. However, it was imperative that we all know about this because we must remember that, despite the looming opposition, we are not alone in this. Our allies that the SQUIP was able to connect to are coming to help us; we make up the first offensive but they are our cavalry, and it will be our job to hold on and stand our ground until they arrive. Furthermore, we have each other. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the last month and a half, it’s that the bonds we’ve forged both with those here and on the side of the living are stronger than I could have ever imagined...and the more that we rely on them, on those connections we’ve forged, the stronger and more powerful they will be.
And I have faith that those bonds will see us through. That what we’ve created here is more powerful than anything the Wizard has in store, and I hope that’s something we can all remember and take heart from, and put your faith in as well.
Thank you again for coming. For being here. For trying, no matter how daunting this task may seem. None of this would be possible without all of you, and I could never begin to express the depth of my appreciation. In preparation, I’ll be practicing today in shorter intervals...if anyone would like to join me, I would be more than happy to have you.
That is all.
ANNOUNCEMENT REACTIONS
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PREPPING AND STUFF
However, she's most especially in the band room, with her zither, plunking away. She looks determined, with whatever sheet music she's looking at.]
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cw: uh body issue related
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Chaos Suggestions
Feel free to ask about that. In the meantime, he's gonna be sitting here, reading.For a bit, he's in the game room, looking around at all the various games.] Now, which of these is most chaotic, I wonder... [Just, looking through all of them. Throwing aside one box he only briefly glances at.]
No, too... heroic.
[And on he goes, looking more. Someone must be bored...
Oh, and at some point... he's going to go out looking for Salieri.]
the gays are at it again
the gays never ceased to be at it
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