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]

...I can't change what happened, no--I can't go back and correct it--that your feelings didn't matter when they should have. When they should have been paramount.

[he sucks in a breath, pushing off the bedpost to take a step towards Discord, reaching out, gently touching his elbow with the tips of his fingers]

But they matter now. They still matter. So if you're angry with me, or you're not, or even both of those things--that matters. It matters that I hear that, that you're not only allowed but encouraged to say that to me, to tell me what you're feeling, no matter what that is. You deserve to have that sort of support, and I may have failed you in that in the past but I won't fail you in it now, Discord.

[disharmonizes]

I don't know if I am or not. Perhaps a little. I would've preferred that you'd... listened to me. But...

[But what? It doesn't matter now, no matter what Salieri says. Maybe his feeling do, should, but right now he's not too concerned with feeling bitter about it. Not... about Salieri, anyway. It's more of a general dark feeling.

Mostly directed at the Wizard.]

...We'll talk more about it later.

[violentenvies]

[....]

Alright. Later. [because today has been a lot and he is absolutely exhausted, and he drops his hand] I'll hold you to that.

[disharmonizes]

Mhm, of course you will.

[violentenvies]

I will. [maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the day after, but they will have to address it eventually. He huffs out a sigh, that exhaustion really starting to hit him.]

I'm well aware that you would prefer if I forgot it entirely, however...

[he shakes his head a bit, casting that off] Later. [quietly, repeating it to himself]

[....] I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted.