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]

[Salieri doesn't even blink as she appears, merely moving to seat himself across from her and reach for the teapot so he can pour them both some tea.]

Of a sorts. More of a thank you for your assistance with that photo dungeon room.

[guardianofsplendor]

[She smiles, taking her cup to sip without milk or sweetener.]

And how did that go? I thought I heard glass shattering and figured it was you two.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri adds probably a little more sugar than he should, but maybe that has to do with how his expression has gone all soft, briefly.]

Very well, thank you. He loved it.

[he takes a sip of his tea, and there's a quirk the corner of his mouth as he lowers it]

Refused to relinquish the baseball bat after. Said it was a memento of our date. And really, how could I refuse him after that?

[guardianofsplendor]

And they say romance is dead. [She does look genuinely pleased at the end result.] And to think you two couldn't stand each other at the start.

[violentenvies]

[How does she---?

You know what.

Better not to ask.

Instead, he just chuckles]

Not in the least. [dryly] Or more like I couldn't stand him and he loved to rile me up.