R1 DEADLAND

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

Comments

[throwabookatit]

[ She can't help but let out a humorless laugh. ]

I- I know that, I've got eyes. [ Can't help but say something like that. But- ] I meant, I- that bawbag tricked me! That's- that's why I'm here.

[machrophage]

[Well, that makes her sound like her usual self - enough that Viral loosens his grip, though he doesn't entirely let go.]

Which one?

[There are a lot of assholes such insults could apply to.]

[throwabookatit]

[ It's good that he's not letting go, because she's still got a hand gripping his jacket. ]

The Headmaster. James or whatever the fuck his name is.

[machrophage]

[Look they will sit here on the ground until someone makes them move if they gotta. It's nice ground. Soft.

Seriously Viral will just fucking sleep there, it beats sleeping in a cockpit which he has absolutely done before.]

Ah. That bastard.

[throwabookatit]

Yes. Him. Ol' Jimmy-boy, that fucking.

[ She's trembling. In anger, in sadness. Her grip becomes tighter and tighter, but she doesn't...she can't look up at him, still jut kind of speaking into his shoulder. ]

He- ...he threatened all of you. Everyone here.

[machrophage]

[It's not like he can't hear her just fine anyway.]

So it's about as safe here as on the living side, huh.

[He seems... less bothered than one might expect. But then, after the threat of impending moon impact, that doesn't seem nearly as frightening.]

You did what you felt you had to do.

[throwabookatit]

[ Why are all of you people not bothered by your own impending death, a fifty-five part essay by Rebecca Gales. ]

I- I don't know, but I wasn't- I wasn't going to try and call his bluff with all of your...your existences on the line, but that meant...

[ Her voice wavers again. What it made her do... ]

Oh... Han, I- it was- I was-

[ ...Yeah, it seems conveying the hijacking part of all this is a little. Tough. ]