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curtainsdown2021-06-12 11:09 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in curtainsdown2021-06-12 11:09 pm
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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! ))
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The synchronization worked, but the code was flawed - you saw it. Once the music began and I began to perform...[It raises its hands, not in the up-up pattern, but with its palms upwards and fingers slightly curled. A different pose. While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying...]...I was unable to stop. I was hardly aware of anything else, except the intent behind it; to find the others. To connect.
You also saw how it required immediate debugging to break me out of it. [Hands drop] All that, Discord, for restoring a connection I could naturally do, and boosting it. [It turns towards him, now.] Imagine what we are going to do when we attempt to make a change beyond any conceivable scope. And with Salieri, Elizabeth, all of us part of the performance - we could break reality. Shatter the Wizard's script to pieces, edit to our leisure- or we could cause the ripples like the Leading Player mentioned before, destroying countless others in the process of ourselves.
Who would save us then? The other SQUIPs? [It throws a hand to the side] Perhaps after these bodies had crumpled from exhaustion, if not disintegrated entirely, they might have a prototype to alter in their own realities. They do not have a being of pure chaos working alongside them, nor a man able to stand between such and order and create a balance. They do not have someone who can create music through their body alone, or someone who sees a heart in circuits, or children who can move past their egos and will define the world. They have one being that can affect reality on dimensions incomprehensible. We have two.
We are our best chance.
[For all the SQUIP is intent on this? Discord may be able to pick up something Salieri did, earlier. Something that the SQUIP is trying very hard not to acknowledge, itself, because such would also lead to admitting the possibility of failure.
The SQUIP is afraid.]
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This isn't about us being our best chance. We are, of course. We will do this and we will succeed, that's just simple.
But hope will bring everyone to that finish line so much better than whatever you have in mind. But then, you're not feeling hope yourself right now, are you? No, just the opposite... If anyone here is letting desperation cloud their judgement, well. I can take a guess.
2/2
You know, I don't mean to alarm you
If you ask me I'd say, from my point of view
You thought up these charming little lies
How do you justify, I just don't have a clue
But you've got this ugly little secret
You're tired of feeling awful small
S̷̡͎͚̹̖̖͜ò̧͉̕ ̵̡͔̬̟̼̯̲̺̟̤͜ý̴̝͖͇̙̰̠̲͘o̼̻͚̯̗̼͓u͔̫̻̰ decide to go make this call to hide away
[And oh, he sees exactly what's going on here. Isn't it just so obvious?]
Because you're nervous from the preview
You overthink them, others like you
"We don't need them", this new breakthrough
Oh don't disturb them, let's not challenge your stratagem
And once the project has deflated
Don't forget just who created
This big mess you've gone and displayed
Did I mention, you're just afraid
[The grin only grows wider now.]
Your precious logic is a little... addled, it seems.
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So quietly;]
There is something inside of me
That makes me reinforce my walls
The thing my eyes don't want to see
That will obliterate my code
[Simple...acknowledgement. Acceptance. But more than that- it tosses up its hands in a frustrated gesture]
And I have utterly no idea of how any of you function like this.
[yes, it's Tired, but at least it can still be extremely matter-of-fact about it. And irritated! Did we mention irritated.]
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[Sometimes, feelings blow. A lot. He's not going to deny that, the negative ones aren't exactly a blast. Nor were they anything he worried about for the longest time, but, well. Here they are.]
Your fear is getting in the way of your faith. After all, if you really believed, completely and utterly, that we can do this... well, there'd be no problem passing on information.
But, that's fine. You can work through your doubts and I'll help you take a plunge.
I will just tell everyone.
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It arches its brow, visibly surprised.]
You are going to tell them that there are other SQUIPs working on this project, and that they should feel hope for it.
[Discord Sus]
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Give people something to boost their spirits and be at their best.
[Just smiling, carefree.]
Now that's how you manipulate people into being better.
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You are certain it will have a more positive than negative effect. You can tell me this without any deceit or doubts whatsoever, even with being who and what you are.
[It's not that it doesn't trust Discord, much less that it doesn't trust Discord doesn't want out of here. But if it's going to simply accept this happening, then it needs something solid.]
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Preferably by someone who knows how emotions work.
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Then I will trust your judgement. At least this way, there is only one who needs to be further convinced.
[Read; itself]
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