MIDNIGHT STRIKES!

[paradisahigh]

[Well, it wasn't a week. It wasn't two weeks. It was... just a chaos of days in between, and yet another vacation for you weary travelers has come to a close come the stroke of midnight

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THE ROOF;

[paradisahigh]

[hello, former faculty. did you enjoy your time at Paradisa High?]

THE ROOF

[clarklike]

[Clark opens his eyes.

For a second, he's trying to orientate himself. He realizes where he is very quickly -- who could forget that landscape -- but the stranger element is evident even faster:

He's tied to a chair, soaking wet, with his t-shirt slashed across the front, and blood is slowly oozing out of the rapidly healing wounds on his chest and his gut, and there are a bunch of former teachers hanging around on the roof with him.]

Uh...

[ooc: canon-updated.]

[ontheclockpro]

[....staring....]

[clarklike]

[He fumbles with the ties for a second behind his back, and then, oh fuck it, he's just going to pop the ties by lifting his arms. They snap like threads.

He glances at Reno.]

What happened?

EVERYWHERE ELSE;

[paradisahigh]

[what it says. if you want to make new sections for new locations, have at it. just have fun! derp!]

[explorationist]

[Coraline gasps suddenly, her whole body back, the castle back, and she looks around to find herself, of all places, in the kitchen.

But where's Wybie? Where's Jilly? Where's... everyone? She's just going to sit at one of the counters and... put her head down in her face. She's still shaking. WORST FIRST WORLD CHANGE EVER]

[respecto_wiggle]

[there's a crash of pans as someone else comes tumbling into the kitchen as well. And then just lays still on the floor.] I'm dead. This must be the hallucination right before I go.

[explorationist]

[Saklkhs Wy-...oh. Coraline looks up, and sighs]

You're not dead.

THE MUSIC ROOM

[f_ck_your_fish]

[wakes up draped over the piano like some kind of drunken nightclub singer]

Uggggh, my head. ... Like fuck, I'm ever doin' that again.

[icarustattoo]

[sprawled all across a drum kit ... which he noisily disentangles himself from, cymbals crashing everywhere]

What the f ...

[no_bloody_lord]

[and a tumble of chairs as this one falls off of them as well] Blood and ashes.... you've got to be kidding me.

[f_ck_your_fish]

Sometimes I think if this place had a motto, that'd be it. [half-climbs, half-rolls off the piano, holding her head]

I could've woken up someplace a lot more comfortable after gettin' the shit kicked outta me. ... Not that I didn't need it.

Library

[gforgreat]

[GUESS WHO LANDED COMFORTABLY ON A COUCH, LOSERS?

That is until he rolls off in his sleep. Hits the ground quite ungracefully.] Ow-!

[queendramabitch]

[Lucy's halfway up a bookcase on an empty shelf. WTF]

[gforgreat]

[... looks up.] What?

[queendramabitch]

[pardon Lucy while she attempts to get her bearings and promptly rolls right off the shelf]

[Courtyard | Floor 8 | 1/2]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Roy lands heavily in the courtyard from three yards up. thud. Before he even figures out his own age he catches sight the castle, rolls to his feet, and charges up seven flights of stairs.

There's only one nameplate on 817.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Later arrivals will find a broken door swinging in to an empty but cluttered bachelors' suite. It looks like a movie set for a frat; all beer empties and drumsticks and crumpled paper, not a single heartening touch of home.

No crayons on the table. No pictures on the walls.]

[The man dragging himself down the hallway doesn't have anywhere to go.]

[payback]

[slogging back upstairs kind of staring into space after all of that, but she stops when she sees him.]

...Roy?

[eatshootsnleves]

[Pulls up to pause the slow slide along the wall.

. . . doesn't turn around.]