Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150508013123

Icarus kept on playing until he made a small slip up, and ended up forgetting how the rest of the piece went. Deciding not to mention that he only learned Vivaldi to impress girls, the pianist simply gave a thankful, small smile.

Airy clapped. "Wonderful, it looks like we have a good turnout right now!" she said, interrupting any conversations going on. She was excited that everyone was interacting – maybe this semester would be less of her making dramatic monologues, and maybe some more actual discussions. "Welcome to the Dead Epics Society. My name is Airmid Valerian, I'm the next physician of Death and somehow I'm the leader, so what I say goes, understand?"

"So," she looked around at the group eagerly. "To those who want to speak, maybe you would like to introduce yourself? Name, story, role, your pronouns... whatever you can disclose comfortably... which brings me onto the most important thing with this group."

In split-seconds, her cheerful, optimistic tone turned serious. "If you're ever not comfortable or any topic of discussion, or if you're not comfortable with sharing anything, you're welcome to remove yourself. We're a support group. That means helping you guys with your demise in your story, and either helping you get through it or letting you accept it. If there's any emotional strain from this group, Baga Yaga might swoop in and shut it down, and BAM, there goes one of the few good things from secondary school on my resume." She coughed. "Also, slightly more importantly, that's not good for your mental health."