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

[guardianofsplendor]

[Not anymore he's not.]

That should help.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri blinks, because there sure is suddenly a baton there in his hand. It's a standard baton, but functional enough.

He sucks in a breath, head turning to look at LP with a bit of surprise--before he huffs a bit with a small chuckle]

I appreciate it.

[disharmonizes]

[Discord's just going to be leaning over Salieri's shoulder, taking a look at that.]

Hmm...

[violentenvies]

[Salieri blinks, realizing Discord's leaning over his shoulder]

...yes? [eyebrow arch]

[disharmonizes]

Can I see that a moment?

[Just. holding his hand out.

Baton, please.]

[violentenvies]

Of course. [he'll hand it over without a second thought. After all, this is a group project]

[disharmonizes]

[Perfect, okay. He's just going to take that and... focus a bit. Snapping his fingers a few times, where nothing happens...

Before taking a deep breath. Trying again. And, with a flash of light... Discord will hand Salieri the now changed baton back. A little surprised at the result, honestly.]

There. That should be more exciting, hm?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri watches, blinking as Discord snaps once, twice--

and then that flash, and suddenly it's more than a standard baton; it's not like one he's ever seen, with the strange mix of colors swirling over the handle, which is honestly the most Discord thing he's ever seen but he just

Discord just made that. For him. And Salieri's stomach feels all funny as he sucks in a breath]

I--yes. Much improved. [boy does he sound incredibly fond] Thank you.

[disharmonizes]

Ah... Well. This is all rather important. You deserve the best equipment for it.

[He's maybe just, a little bit red? Ignore that, please.]

[violentenvies]

[oh my god how are you so cute--Salieri's reaches out to take the baton back from him, his other hand going to Discord's shoulder for balance as he pushes up on his toes to press a kiss to his cheek]

It's perfect.

[guardianofsplendor]