FOUR ☣

[septette]

Characters: Remilia Scarlet and You
Setting: Dorm rooms and some of the new floors
Format: Actionspam, but I'll match
Summary: Waking up after being "terminated" again.
Warnings: References to death/blood/gore/etc.

[ Well, this was new. Being terminated and coming back was one thing. She could deal with that. It was like sleeping, and waking up in a daze. But things didn't feel different, here. They didn't feel odd, and that was the problem. She woke up in a room she didn't recognize, with people she couldn't recall seeing. She checked her trunk quickly: everything was still there, even the sunflower. But this was a new room, a new level of the dorms altogether.

Her first move is to run to the graveyard floor, check around for a tombstone with her name on it. And clear as day, there it is. Someone's even gone to the trouble of placing a flower on it. Hmm. Remilia wonders how long she's been gone, if anything's happened to Sakuya, or Meiling, or any of the others.

Well. There's one way to find out. And that involves flying around the dorm rooms like a crazy person, checking every single girl's room for people she'd recognize. ]

[ When that was done, Remilia decided to see what these new floors were about. She'd heard there were at least three new blocks, so that must mean there is a whole fucking lot of new ground to cover. And she's getting right on it. ]

(You can meet Remi in either the dorms or any one of the new floors, for the latter, just please specify where! c:)

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Graveyard

[true_noir]

[The world was filled with death-obsessed ghouls. One of them worked in the morgue of late, which left her close to this place. You could say that the purple-haired girl had a certain fascination for these types of places. They felt at home to her, to walk amidst the tombstones, cloak wrapped around her body to shield her from the chill of the grave in the air.

Perhaps she was looking for names she knew...

She paused as she saw Remilia looking down on her own grave, an enigmatic smile on her face. Turning her pace towards the woman, she began to approach.]

Someone you knew well, I take it?

[septette]

[ Knew well. It was her own name, for Christ's sake. Although her exasperation is only internal. ]

You could say that.

[true_noir]

[One never knows. There are people who are convinced they never really knew themselves.

Chloe leaned over the other side of the gravestone and smirked at Remilia in mild amusement, eyes carrying curiosity with them rather strongly.]

there are many things one could say at any time. But do you find peace in the company of shallow graves this place fabricates for its amusement? Is there wisdom to be found here, consolation in the thoughts of one close to you or merely catharsis?

[septette]

[ She puts her hands on her hips, peering down again at the grave bearing her name. ]

Call it curiosity above all else.

Dorm Hallway

[colorfulbrilliance]

[Walking out of 2-15 was Meiling, eyes closed and hat in hand. Very obvious that she isn't paying any attention to her surroundings as she walks to the wall and goes along side it, towards the stairs.

Although when she finally opens her eyes, she stops and stares at Remilia. She can not even think of what to say, as talking with Marisa told her that there was a chance of her not remembering any time here, Which holds her in place for now. That and the fact she's not even sure if she's just seeing things or not.]

.....Mistress...?

[septette]

[ Her head snaps back at the sound of the voice. Okay. So, she was here. But her voice sounded hesitant. She wonders if something particularly nasty happened. It wouldn't be out of place for the tower. She decides to keep the response simple enough. ]

Ah, there you are.

[colorfulbrilliance]

[That didn't tell her much and she wasn't aout to start assuming. Althouh she gives a faint sigh, now slightly feeling the flowers she receved were to mess with her. She won't move, still unsure.]

You have returned...? Or is this like Marisa?

[Only thing she can think of to ease her mind..mostly. Sakuya's words ring in her head over and over right now and she's trying to keep calm, because she could harm her again.]

Floor 81

[papshooshing]

[ this floor, thus far, seems to be particularly harmless. at least, this is what Karkat had hoped for when he stepped off of the stairs to get a closer look. if he is honest, then it should be known that his roommates sort of freak him out ( and looking at the occupants, who wouldn't be ). chances are he might resort to using this particular lounge to tuck himself away in... at least until people realize that it's here.

at the present moment, he is drawing closer to those bulging windows. it doesn't look like he is going to step on said bulges. rather, Karkat eyes with with suspicion and a scowl. nope. he does not trust this Tower not to do something that will, eventually, kill him.

...and he's already died once in his explorations. Karkat doesn't need to do so again. ]

[septette]

[ Remilia approaches slowly, gazing out the windows herself. ]

Looking for something in particular?

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat looks away, to Remilia, as a means to acknowledge her presence. at least it isn't a HORRIBLY awkward and embarrassing meeting on his behalf. ]

Waiting to see what the catch is. No way can this actually be a safe floor.

Dorms

[yamaxanadu]

[Eiki was minding her own business when Remilia came by in her dorm checking spree.]

There are simpler ways to go about things you know, rather than barging into someones space.

[septette]

[ She frowns deeply. So, the Yama was here now? Fucking great. At this of all places, she didn't need a lecture. ]

The doors are open.

[yamaxanadu]

Just because doors are open does not mean you can impose, it is still a private space as lacking as it might be.

[She turns to look towards Remilia, not particularly upset, but not particularly cheerful as she would normally be.]

Now, since you have come into my space in such a panic, let me ask you something. Are you Remilia, or someone else?

[She understood there were parallel worlds people could come from, where they could be similar or vastly different. The Remilia before her seemed rather different from the one she was familiar with.]

02-13

[prayed]

[Kyoko is laying on her bed, one knee bent up. She's holding a manga above her face, occasionally flipping a page. She lowers it down to her chest at the sound of a door opening, raising an eyebrow expectantly at the sight of an unfamiliar face. Not a roommate, nor one of her friends.]

You need something?

[septette]

[ She peers into the room, the mane of red hair almost making her halt mid-air, but as soon as the person it belonged to turned around and spoke, her shoulders slumped. ]

Trying to find someone.

[prayed]

Is that so? Well, who is it? Might as well tell me.

[Kyoko shrugs, giving the girl another look. There was no harm in asking, at least, but...still, she feels the need to add,]

Though I doubt I know 'em. There's no many people to keep track of in this place.

dorms

[red_tea]

[ She'd like to say she knew Remilia would return. After that little experience last month of believing they've been here for a while, she had gotten fake memories that others had returned, even if their names had been carved on tombstones. She just didn't know how soon it would be.

It surprises her more than she thought it would. ] My Lady...

[septette]

[ A small smile creeps on her face. ]

Ah, there you are, Sakuya. [ She floats over. ] Meiling was kind enough to tell me what's happened.

[red_tea]

I'm glad you're back. [ She leans on the cart she's pushing around. ] It wasn't a long absence, either. Although... you seem to be in better spirits.

Room 1-03

[wrigurun]

[Today was one of the days Wriggle had managed to successfully get back to her own bed, although staying up late trying to escape monsters wasn't exactly the best preparation for a good nights sleep. She lies, sprawled out face down on her bed with the sheets tangled around her legs. It seems like the most she was able to undress herself was taking her shoes off, which are haphazardly discarded a few feet away.

As Remilia burst into the room she managed to push herself up a little, mumbling something incomprehensible before dropping back to the mattress. No matter the time of day, it was still too early for this]

[septette]

[ Well, that wasn't who she was intending to look for, but she'll settle. ]

Oi, Wriggle!

[wrigurun]

[Lazily she rolls onto her back, her eyes still closed as she groans at the ceiling]

Wha~t?

Graveyard

[blackstarwitch]

Marisa walks into the graveyard, searching for something in particular. Really, it seems like more trouble than it's worth, but the curiosity was eating away at her. So she, or someone like her had died. Well, in truth the morbid idea both fascinates and amuses her a little bit. She simply can't imagine up and dying like that, especially not without taking almost everything with her.

Of course, as she walks around she notices a certain pink bloodsucker with a pensive look on her face. So, she's here too? Well, even if it's been a long time since she visited, the others were friendly enough. Maybe Remilia will even forget the theft, although she wonders if anyone but Patchouli actually cared about that. With a friendly grin entirely unsuited to their grim surroundings, she approaches the vampire with a wave.

"Yo Remilia, have you seen my tombstone anywhere? Meiling said I could find it on this floor."

Re: Graveyard

[septette]

"...Marisa?"

Remilia freezes on the spot, her blood running cold. Well, colder than usual. She hadn't heard that voice in the longest time. She's somewhat grateful for the shadows and fog on this floor; at least it would help obscure her scars better. Although glaring heterochromia probably wasn't something that could be hidden easily. She clutches at her ascot with a previously un-shown degree of unease.

She blinks for a few moments before saying quietly, "I'm...not sure."

[blackstarwitch]

"Eh? What's up with you? Has this place got you down as well? Come on, ze! I would think you of all people would be able to stick it out!"

She reaches over and slaps the vampire between the wings. If she notices the scars or physical changes, she clearly doesn't care. Instead she looks at the grave before Remilia, and points at the one next to it.

"Oooh, that's where it is, right? Yup, with a flower, just like the gatekeeper said. Man, I can't believe I would let that happen, ze. Still, since I can't remember, I guess it doesn't matter!"

She puts her hands on her hips, laughing openly.