curtainsdown | the mark of those who cannot be saved

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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.]

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(( 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! ))

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[That's fine, Salieri can just... take a break. And Discord will hold him, as long as he needs.]

[Great he'll just...rest his head against Discord's collar for a long moment.

Until, of course, he tastes something coppery--and he's jerking a bit, startled, pulling away slightly as he lifts a hand to his face, finally opening his eyes. Salieri winces a bit at the intensity of the light, looking down at his hand as he pulls it away from his nose--and it takes a moment to register that it's blood.]

Ah, my handkerchief--

[So, not to interrupt this adorable little moment? But the SQUIP's nose is bleeding as well. It seems completely unaware of such, but then, it also seems like it's still connected, so...good?

Maybe?

...actually it's probably not a good sign, but. There's no sign of it attempting to desync yet, much less any distress.]

[Discord is just helping Salieri get his handkerchief, trying not to fret too much, but then he looks over and...

oh. oh that can't be good.]

Someone tell me that's supposed to happen.

[Salieri's head jerks up at that, just as he's pressing his handkerchief to his own nose]

--no, I don't think it is.

[and he's maybe trying to start to get up but uuuuuh moving makes his head hurt so much so he ends up just wincing, clutching at Discord.]

Someone--help it, please, something--[He's turning his attention towards LP and the Balladeer] What's happening with it?

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[The Balladeer does not respond. Though he was quieter about it than Salieri, given that he was already seated with his guitar, he's now sort of slumped over it like he definitely would have collapsed by now if he were standing.]

[seeing that, something in Salieri's stomach lurches, and there's still a sharp throbbing in his temples, but he's trying to force his limbs to move]

Balladeer!

[it's an effort, and that vertigo starts to come back as Salieri forces himself to move, to grab onto the edge of the stage, to try and pull himself at least to his knees, to try and get to his friend]

Balladeer, answer me--!

[Discord immediately just, pushing to his feet, because hey, excuse-- excuse you, sir? You are not well enough to be doing this.]

Antonio, slow down...

[Look, though, he knows there's no stopping him, so he'll just... try and help him get to the Balladeer.]

[There's blood dripping from his nose to flow freely down his face and onto his shirt; though his eyes are still open, his gaze is glassy and he doesn't really seem conscious enough to try and stem it. He doesn't look at Salieri, but does slur some quiet words:]

A'now the m'tercade is..Elm Street...

[And promptly passes out, someone please catch him before he falls on top of his guitar.]

[Salieri will clutch at Discord for balance as he's helped to move across the stage, dropping down next to the Balladeer just as he passes out, barely reaching out to catch him in time.

The Balladeer is heavy against his chest, and boy that is so much blood on his face as Salieri winces, that pounding in his head so loud as he sits on the floor, shifting to cradle the Balladeer against his chest, looking down at him, brow creased in worry]

Balladeer--[he lifts a hand, trying to see if he's still breathing, holding his fingers in front of the Balladeer's bloodied nose. When Salieri can confirm he is, he slumps a bit where he's sitting, using most of his energy to keep them both upright, not really caring if some of that blood gets on his shirt.

After a moment, he turns his head to look at Discord.]

Is this common when tampering with reality? [it's half drawled, but half honestly sincere]

Not for me. It's as easy as breathing, I don't even need to think twice about it.

[He's just, lowering himself, so he can at least be by Salieri's side for this. Staying close, not all too interested in whatever is happening to anyone else right now.]

But I imagine for those not used to it...

Are you okay?

[Discord lowers himself down, and Salieri's reaching out to try and tug him closer, weakly]

I feel like someone's taken a hammer to my head. [drawled] And I'm fairly certain this shirt is ruined.

How fortunate that one of those is an easy fix.

[He'll just sit next to him. Just, lean against him.]

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[LP meanwhile snaps out of her daze when Salieri speaks up. She stares at him, blinking slowly like she's trying to fully process the words coming out of his mouth while a slow dip of dark blood starts to run from her nose. She lifts her hand to touch it, frowning as her fingers come away wet and red.]

Well now. That's...new...

[She drops to the floor.]

[ Maybe someone with a few more social reservations would think it'd be a good idea to let the Leading Player's closer friends check up on her, first, but Orpheus is not that person, and as such rushes over when she drops. The others have the SQUIP and Salieri and the Balladeer handled, by the looks of things, and he'd been too stunned to react to any of them anyway, having only just snapped out of his stupor.

He makes it just barely in time to catch her before she hits the ground, lowering her down gently before checking her pulse and breathing. ]

[She is still breaking, even if it sounds like she just finished a marathon. For all the massive presence the Leading Player gives off, when Orpheus catches her she feels about as light as Eurydice. She's still conscious, for now, and looks up at him with a sort of dazed expression that clicks into recognition after a second.]

Huh. Hermes' boy. 'Bout time I met you. Too bad it's here- [Her head slumps into her chest, blood dripping down to stain her black vest. The Leading Player is just a little bit unconscious.]

[ Well, that's bad! Orpheus tilts her head forward to keep the blood from dripping back into her throat, dabbing at it with the sleeve of his suit. She's still breathing, and it's not... likely someone would bleed out from a nosebleed, even if it is pretty worrisome and could hint at worse things, but he isn't sure what he can do about any of that. He does file away the fact that she knows Hermes for later, though, when they're all conscious again. ]

[Oh. Oh no. That's a bad sign-]

SQUIP!

[Yeah now is the time to interrupt. She dashes forward.]

SQUIP, please...! You must stop!

[It takes another few moments. In it, the SQUIP's serene expression finally starts to crack; its brow creases with an unseen worry, and the glow flares for just a moment, like a candle's last sputter. But then said glow vanishes as it sags forwards in to her, something like an electronic whine escaping it.

And then, abruptly? It goes limp. The SQUIP is unconscious.]

Oh-!

[And she has him. This is not good. She needs to get him to the nurse's office, and-

She's not a very strong woman, physically. She knows this well.]

I need help! He needs medical aid...!

[Elle, being right there and all, jumps to the other side of SQUIP to help hold his weight.]

Here, let's get it on the ground so it doesn't get hurt. [More than what has already happened from whatever that was.]

[It doesn't seem pained, at least? Just completely unresponsive, as one would expect from someone who just passed out. But it's breathing, and aside from the nosebleed, it doesn't seem physically harmed.

Epistaxis telepathica still isn't a good thing on its own, though. Or epistaxis narrationis, as it were? It'll have to come up with a name when it's conscious again.

...a couple names, actually.]

Yes, yes, of course-

[Here we go, aaaah.]

[If they had tried to carry itanywhere, it would have been a challenge, but between the two of them, they are able to safely lower SQUIP to the ground.]

Here let's at least stop the blood from getting on his shirt. [Elle pulls out the package of tissues she had on her at the prom. Rolling one up, she gently sticks it up the bleeding nostril.]

Yes, I...I think we need to keep his head up so the blood doesn't go down his throat, if my own nosebleeds have given me any experience-

[She carefully keeps his head and back up so the head doesn't loll back or anything.]

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