[Predictably from his profile, Till seeks out the Soundstage near the beach quickly. There's still sand on his boots where he's tapping his foot nervously from where he's seated by a large amp, tuning a guitar. It has an eyeball, which rolls up to look at his new company before he does, stiffening in place.]
[You are walking along the shores of an infinite beach. It stretches out as far as the eye can see, both before and behind you. The ocean stretches beyond the horizon and the sand in the direction stretches just as far.
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
[ he'd flip out more if not for the soothing atmosphere of a dream: ephemeral, transient, like the boundary between land and sea. instead, he just frowns as the sun is blocked out by sand and the water feels too deep.
it pisses him off to walk the line, but he'll do so, however long he's supposed to. ]
[ it kinda hurts to ground himself in conversation, what with being lightly stabbed today, but it's not so bad. he looks out at the water with clear interest. ]
[He drops to the sand and draws a symbol with his finger-
渚]
The character for the surname given to me means "shore". I feel like that's where I always am. A shore, or an intermediary, both sea and land and neither at the same time. I used to dream about breaking free.
[Just kinda landing out of the sky where the stage used to be and looking around looking a little bummed. But his injuries have been healed at least. Just sporting a few bandages on his arm and around his eye.]
Guess this whole "redemption trial" ended up being worth something to you, at least.
[ giving people the will to try is a decent outcome, despite all the shit along the way. but he shakes his head. ]
Pretty sure I showed up by mistake. I'll probably just end up back where I was, once everyone's sure it's safe for me to leave without tracking anything on my shoes. [ like... accidentally bringing anything bad into the rest of heaven would suck. ]
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Week 5 Thursday
...Yeah?
[Yeah...]
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[Drops into the seat next to the keyboard and starts idly playing arpeggios with his left hand.]
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...This isn't another fucked-up music competition, is it?
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Yeah? Even outside my world, I heard they're popular.
w5 - friday
Fuck—one of them was here, wasn't he? How the hell did we sleep through that!?
[ ugh ugh ugh ]
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[Just sitting in the tavern with his knees to his chest.]
But we always sleep through it. It's like we're controlled to do so.
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Yeah, I was all amped up and I was still out like a light.
[ what da hael ]
And that's it? Every week—you just wake up to a buncha dead guys, nothing to be done about it?
Week 6, Monday
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
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it pisses him off to walk the line, but he'll do so, however long he's supposed to. ]
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Oh, it's you.
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[ it kinda hurts to ground himself in conversation, what with being lightly stabbed today, but it's not so bad. he looks out at the water with clear interest. ]
Where's this?
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[Helpful!]
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well that's okay, he'll kick at the water a little anyway, watching how quickly its replaced and how his footsteps vanish. ]
Obviously!! [ he clicks his tongue. ] I mean, it's the, uh—ocean, right? Like the beach I showed up at.
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[ dreamscapes, and mental landscapes. nightmares. ]
So, what—some big metaphor about how you feel stuck here?
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[He drops to the sand and draws a symbol with his finger-
渚]
The character for the surname given to me means "shore". I feel like that's where I always am. A shore, or an intermediary, both sea and land and neither at the same time. I used to dream about breaking free.
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"Used to?" You don't anymore?
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[ considering where they've ended up... he wanders through the water, testing the boundaries of the shore, letting the sand suck at his feet. ]
So, what are you gonna do about it?
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[ he's used to just trying to survive, nothing so grand. he tries walker deeper into the water, almost encouraging something to block him off again. ]
Why don't you try walking out of here now, then? Don't see why you have to stay all locked up by whatever anymore.
w6 - thurs
Say something before I assume you're dead.
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Why does it matter either way?
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We wouldn't be talking if you were dead.
[ for one. ]
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[he sounds defeated. ]
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[ but he really doesn't have any intention but to exist here, so that's what he'll do. ]
Week 7, Monday
The stage is gone.
[Oh hey.]
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Yeah, it sucks.
[ they took everything that sparks joy. ]
At least the tavern still has some instruments, but it's not the same.
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Not at all. We should have taken them back to the mansion.
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Right?
[ drags pianos everywhere. there's some water up ahead, but it's not a soundstage. ]
Guess we only have to put up with it for a week, but I'm already getting restless.
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[ his emotions are abuzz, maybe anxious, but mostly anticipatory. ]
Means there's a chance you've all really broken this crappy cycle we're stuck in, yeah?
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[He looks over at Till.]
Did you ever come to understand why you were brought here like that?
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Guess this whole "redemption trial" ended up being worth something to you, at least.
[ giving people the will to try is a decent outcome, despite all the shit along the way. but he shakes his head. ]
Pretty sure I showed up by mistake. I'll probably just end up back where I was, once everyone's sure it's safe for me to leave without tracking anything on my shoes. [ like... accidentally bringing anything bad into the rest of heaven would suck. ]
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So you're not dead? You can just go home?
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[ but he's from proper heaven, and not 'screwed up by the entity' heaven ]
The angels told me I should be sent back to the rest of Heaven once this is over.
w7 sat
he'll tilt his head up in greeting though. ] ...Hey.
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[Idly touching the keyboard.]