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! ))

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[violentenvies]

[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--!

[disharmonizes]

[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.]

[tellthestory]

[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.]

[violentenvies]

[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]

[disharmonizes]

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?

[violentenvies]

[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.

[disharmonizes]

How fortunate that one of those is an easy fix.

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

[violentenvies]

[yeah he's going to do that with a small sigh, closing his eyes for a moment]

Your shirt, too.

[disharmonizes]

There's this amazing invention called a washing machine. We have those now.

A little before your time.

[hold boy. :(]

[violentenvies]

A washing machine, hm? [there's a slight curl to the corner of his mouth]

Sounds convenient.