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peckishmods ([personal profile] peckishmods) wrote in [community profile] peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
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THE UPPER LEVELS

up into the balconies
you climb The breathing boughs of that nightmare tree crowd into the upper balconies of the ruined auditorium. You have to duck and bend to get by them in places, sometimes through spaces that seem to grow smaller as you press through. These branches are warm to the touch, some of them uncomfortably so, pulsing with something that isn't quite life.

You've climbed these stairs more than once in your time here; to take your place after your sorting, to watch new students find their House, or perhaps just for an assembly. This building always seemed so sturdy, so safe. It was a place to go for shows, for celebrations, and hell, to just get out of class. Now, the floorboards creek precariously, split and splintering where vines have crept through. Benches are broken, overturned and tossed aside to make room for the auditorium's new king: the malignant maple. Up here, the glowing blue seeds hanging from branches are close enough to pluck. Those that have ripened litter the floor and railings, filling the balconies with an eerie blue twinkle.

The air is muggy, clogged by falling ash. It stinks of coal and sulfer. But you keep moving, anyway. Keep opening portals and pushing on. Just a little bit higher, and then maybe you'll be able to plunge into the depths.
and you fight By now there's a plan, and with it, a slowly growing brigade of people, of beings, of bugs, who are gathering to push back against inevitability.
and you never give up
TO ELSEWHERE
| TO THE BASE OF THE TREE | TO OUTSIDE | TO THE SORTING PATH |

IN THIS HUB
| THE SECOND FLOOR | OUT ON THE BOUGHS | THE THIRD FLOOR |

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| OOC ACTION HUB | OOC CHATTER - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS |

MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] teratophilia 2020-06-09 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're not gonna die," he tries to reassure him. "It's just a puzzle we have to solve. And sometimes we have to kill things, but they die easy."
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MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] necrodanseuse 2020-06-09 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“Sometime soon we might die.” She adds, as it’s good practice to always remind people about that, “But I refuse to at Mr. Berzelius’ wedding rehearsal. Maybe let’s try the handshake?”

She attempts to recreate it at Eddy’s arm if he doesn’t put up a more receptive hand. She remembers a majority of the steps, her future teacher may be pleased to know.

MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] teratophilia 2020-06-09 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Armani literally just drops through the fuckin' ground.
Edited (clips thru map) 2020-06-09 18:55 (UTC)
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MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] quidditched 2020-06-09 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddy's the least inclined to choreography here, but he does offer a fist bump, fist bump, double fist bump. The memory thankfully starts up again before he has to remember the rest.

"Guess we're going."
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MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] necrodanseuse 2020-06-09 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“And you’ve survived your first memory!” Chanel makes sure to praise Adrian too, fist bump fist bump hip checking all the way to the portal, which she jumps through as well.
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MEMORY: Wedding Bells

[personal profile] numerologest 2020-06-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mazel tov?" Adrian asks as he hops into the void.