Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-3991308-20160522013505

The Wonderland Party was when Dead Epics fell apart. When Raven Queen removed everyone's destinies and people were no longer bound to the storybook, Dead Epics drifted, waned and stopped.

People moved on.

Airmid Valerian was one of them. As soon as they realised they didn't have to die, the physician waltzed out of Ever After High and worked on university courses.

Icarus was not. He fought for his destiny, he fought for his cousin to remain Marlinchen, he struggled so much to keep the integrity of his story– and-and that... that was all taken away from him, as if he worked for nothing.

He did still talk to his friend though. Icarus and Airmid met up at BookEnd every fortnight or so. The physician look tired – all the stress of research projects and university assignments and being in lecture theatres with older, proper university students –, but Airmid never looked so alive. Getting taken out of Ever After High was a good decision for them, it gave them something to work towards, some sort of motivation.

Icarus envied that. He wanted something to live for as well.

Stability was found in biweekly chamber and orchestra meetings, daily morning coffees and hourly timetabled classes. Motivation, however, was found in very few things. Companionship was one of them. And Icarus was experiencing a severe lack of friends.

Surely, it wouldn't hurt if he just... restarted... no.

Dead Epics was dead. There was no point to it, after all. People didn't need to follow their destinies, people didn't have to die.

"Airmid," he called up his friend one day. If anyone was sensible enough to lay out a plan, it was the physician.

"What," an irritated voice responded. "I'm in the middle of a lab."

"How do you feel about coming back and restarting Dead Epics?"

A sigh. "No."

"Why?"

"I'm busy. Obviously. Start it up by yourself."

And so, he sent out a mass text to all members, and posted a quick message on the main Pagebook chat.

A few days later, Icarus found himself sitting on an all-too-familiar piano seat, playing a baroque sonata, in an empty room, waiting.