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

[violentenvies]

[...ah.]

I...think in your case, she'll understand that it wasn't intentional.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice kind of doubts it, especially because the degree to which it was or wasn't intentional is kind of...up in the air, but she'll nod anyway. No point in arguing, what's done is done. ]

I hope so.

[ But speaking of things that may or may not have been intentional: ]

You apologized to Discord, right?

[violentenvies]

[it takes a bit of effort not to wince, but he manages it]

...many times. [quietly] I have one for you, as well, whenever you're ready for it.

[howtheworldwas]

Good. [ she's quiet as well, knows that it isn't really good, but it's the best they've got. ]

Maybe...later. It's, um. Been a long few hours, and I still have to get used to dying, again. [ third time's the charm? ] Just...you know what you did, right? And you're not going to do it again?

[ that's all she really cares about. ]

[violentenvies]

Of course. It can certainly wait however long it needs.

[as for the rest of that]

...I do, yes. [to call it a massive fuck-up would be an understatement] I know, and I'm not going to do it again.

[howtheworldwas]

Okay. [ she nods once. ] That's what matters. [ her expression softens a little, a mix of grief and understanding. ]

It's not -- I can't be that mad at you. [ a little shrug. ] You know I've made...not a same mistake, but a similar one.

[violentenvies]

[fortunately, he doesn't let out an incredulous huff. Years of control see to that. But he can't but feel it--a similar mistake? He knows about the contract, yes, but how can that compare to what he's done?]

I--

[...it doesn't matter, though. That's not his place to make a judgement call on. To argue with her. Especially not now, not here, not after she's just shown up--]

...you look like you could use some rest. Or some tea. Or wine. [...] Or all three.

cw: past suicide discussion

[howtheworldwas]

[ He doesn't disagree, thankfully, but that I is enough of a slip-up, and so is changing the subject to rest and drink, funnily enough. It's not that different from what he tried to do back at the bonfire, and this time, Eurydice won't let it slide. ]

No, no, you need to understand -- [ Eurydice doesn't quite raise her voice, but she almost gets there. To her, at least, it feels very important that he truly gets this. ] -- you didn't think there was another way, right? And you were tired. And desperate. So you thought things might, maybe be a little better if you just -- if you died, but they didn't get better, they got worse, and now, you've -- you've left people behind.

[ she takes a deep breath. that was...a lot. ]

I did that to Orpheus. [ so: a similar mistake. ]