Somarium

[bienquifaitmal]

Characters: bienquifaitmal & extravagences
Game: somarium
What: Salieri and Mozart post-Vivre a en Crever
When: n/a
Where: Austria's Mansion

[when Salieri awoke, it was with a start. He sat straight up, sucking in a sharp gasp, fingers curling into the bedsheets next to his thighs, shuddering a bit as his mind adjust to waking. When he looks up, he seems to realize he's in

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[extravagances]

[Mozart's awakening was not nearly as fast as Salieri's. His body was exhausted, feeling like he was on his last limb as he heard Salieri. It was then that suddenly, he remembered everything and knew he was back in Somarium. Everything felt like a dream, which was fitting considering what Somarium was, as he tried to get up. All he knew was that he did want to see Salieri. After everything, this seemed important.

But he was definitely ill and getting out of bed itself was hard. Still, he did it and with a cough, one that made his entire body ache, he went on his search for Salieri, trying to follow his voice.]

Salieri...?

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[Salieri's head jerked around at the sound of Mozart's voice, and he took off down the hall, bare feet making a slapping sound against the wood as he ran]

Mozart! [he's headed towards Mozart's room now, trying to find him]

[extravagances]

[Mozart can definitely hear Salieri. His body is weak, but he still has his hearing. That hasn't been affected. He's not nearly as fast as Salieri, but he's made it to his doorway.]

Salier--[He breaks off with a cough, leaning against the wall.]

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[That's not worrisome at all. Salieri's brow furrows, and as soon as he reaches Mozart, a hand is at the other composer's arm, concerned.]

We need to bring you to a hospital.

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[He looks at him and smiles. His mind is a little fuzzy.]

Hasn't it been decided it's too late for that?

[He did tell him that before. The not-Somarium place. This is getting confusing.]

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We're in Somarium. [just in case he didn't know] The medicine is more advanced here.

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[He thinks that over and before he can say anything, he coughs, trying to cover his face so nothing he has catches onto Salieri. He doesn't know if death is contagious, but he doesn't want Salieri dying, so. He'll be polite and not cough in his face. Bad air supposedly kills anyway.]

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[yeah okay while you're doing that I'm going to make a decision :| Salieri steps past Mozart into the room, scanning for the blond's Dreamberry. When he spots it he grabs it, and uses it to alert the hospital to an emergency. It isn't half a second later that he gets a reply that they're sending over an ambulance (whatever that is)--and he sets the Dreamberry back and goes back to Mozart]

They are on their way. Let's get to the front door. [he's already reaching for Mozart's arm to try and put it over his shoulders and support him. He's a composer on a mission what can he say]

[extravagances]

[Who is on their way? Really? :|

But he does let himself be taken by Salieri as he merely leans on him. He really can't hold himself up. That kind of sucks because holding yourself up is a great thing to be able to do.]

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[Yes. By using the power of META they are on their way.

You know what also sucks? The fact that Salieri isn't very strong. He really isn't. He's a composer not a weightlifter 8| But he's wrapping an arm around Mozart's back and curling his fingers into his side to hold him up]

We'll move slowly. [more to himself than to Mozart]

[extravagances]

[Oh. Yeah. That does suck. This is not very good for either of them because sorry, if Mozart was well? He'd offer to just walk there himself. But he's really not well. He can't...walk. Or do anything. Except for one thing!]

Salieri...

[Talk. Mozart can do that.]

Everything I said?

[He's really hoping that wasn't him imagining all that stuff. Does that happen when you die? You hallucinate? He's really hoping it's not that.]

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[He's going to try his best anyway. And ends up leaning on the wall a bit for support as he moves them slowly towards the door. At that, though, he pauses, looking to him]

Yes?

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[Really sorry he's just dead weight here. Get it? Dead weight? But no, he gives him a small smile.]

Do you remember?

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[hilarious :| But at that, Salieri lets out a huff, and shakes his head just slightly. You silly smiler you. He can't help but smile back, just a bit.]

Of course. Don't you?

[extravagances]

[Isn't smiling fun, Salieri? Try it more often. Look at Mozart. He's smiled a lot...and he's dying. But that has nothing to do with the smiling.]

I do. And I did mean it.

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[...there are comments that could be made right now, but...

He unconsciously tightens his arm around Mozart just a bit]

...As did I.