GRAVEYARD

[pandatreasure]

[You know you must have died—nothing is ever easy around here, certainly not quick, so you must remember burning, bleeding, falling, dying?

And yet. You're waking up.

Do you recognize it here, once you pick yourself up off of the hard floor, maybe half-strewn across a couch or beanbag chair? This room died, too: you're in the library, good as new and maybe better than that, only barely smelling of burnt paper and you only sometimes kick up ash, just like those old wounds that finished you off only ache every now and again, dully.

The book selection isn't quite the same as you remember it—all the bad erotica that didn't die is missing here, sorry to say, but so are the books on everyone's home worlds. Snoop around enough and behind the librarian's desk, you'll find tablets: one for each participant of the game, and with enough experimentation, you'll find the one that reacts when you press the button. You're already logged into your Recyclr account and can read the feed, but the same rules apply: 140 characters, one tweet a day. The voting app is gone, replaced by a sort of security monitoring kind of app. Characters can view different rooms of the school, or even place a few side by side so they can view a few at a time, and they'll be able to see the living go about their day to day lives. There's even an archive of recordings, but only the important ones: murders, executions, investigations, trial highlight reels, and major events like libraries being burned down. Was watching yourself die once not enough? Boy have I got good news for you!!!

It's kind of exciting that you can go around touching stuff, probably, despite being super dead and vaguely transparent in a way you notice like your own breathing; you don't and then you do and it's all you can think about, but your tangibility only extends to the inanimate: try to touch any of your fellow deceased and you'll find that you just pass right on through like touching cold air.

The windows aren't bolted up with those big metal plates on this side of things, but look out of them anytime and it's just pitch-black and still outside, so that's demoralizing. There is, of course, the door out of the library—but for now it's locked up tight. Whatever is a ghost to do?]

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Day 18

[flamingprick]

ASSHOLES!

[Yep, there's Rin. Punching his beanbag chair to get some frustration out.]

They asked if anyone had any objections! Those cheaters!

[locktouching]

I don't know why you're surprised. This has never been fair.

[Hi what's up.]

[flamingprick]

[Oh, it's you.]

This is so stupid! I can't believe I got beat by a bunch of little toys!

[locktouching]

[Comes closer and sits down next to his beanbag chair while he pummels it.]

At least you fought. I suppose there's some idiotic pride to be had in that.

[flamingprick]

As if I'd go down any other way!

[He was so close to getting out of there, though. Funny how a tiny bit of misplaced hope can ruin everything.]

Damnit! What are we supposed to do now? I still don't have my flames back, and I thought being dead would fix that!

[locktouching]

Expect to be disappointed.

[Crosses his arms and glances up at Rin.]

How is...

[Looks away.]

How would you say Lord Corrin is..?

[flamingprick]

[Of course. Forever disappointment.]

Better, I'd say. He's actually smiling and laughing sometimes. Or he was the last few days at least.

[That's probably going to go in the toilet now whoops.]

[cw_suicide]

[HAVE FUN BATTLING YOUR FELLOW SHOUNENS + FUTAYO. THIS GUY IS GONNA DISAPPEAR INTO THE STACKS IN THE LIBRARY.

BYYYYYEEE...]

[flamingprick]

[NU UH YOU GET BACK HERE DAZAI U SHIT]

[cw_suicide]

[NOPE. YOU ARE TOO BUSY BEING ASSAULTED AND YELLED AT.

BYYYYE....]

[flamingprick]

[NOPE HE'S LOOKING THROUGH THE LIBRARY NOW]

Dazai, I know you're here. Just come out already.

[cw_suicide]

[nope. why would he make this easy for you after this?]

[flamingprick]

[He wouldn't, but.]

Come on! I'll start calling you 'Banzai-dono' if you don't!

[Since he seemed to hate that name and all.

Is he in the bookshelves anywhere? Rin is looking back there now.]

1/2

[suppressthedark]

[SORRY DID YOU SAY PUNCHING?

BECAUSE HERE COMES ICHIGO WITH A WIND-UP, looking absolutely pissed.]

You fucking moron -

[suppressthedark]

[And he just goes right through Rin because they can't touch each other, going off balance and landing hard on the floor with a thud.

...Oh hey, looks like his wounds are still there after all! ow.]

[flamingprick]

[Rin absolutely put his arms up to block that punch, but then Ichigo goes right through him. Welp.]

...huh. Didn't know it worked like that for ghosts.

[He's going to try actually kicking Ichigo a few times to test it, but his foot just goes through Ichigo.]

[suppressthedark]

It doesn't.

[That's muffled, as he pulls himself up to a sitting position while facing Rin with a sigh.]

...or at least, it shouldn't.

[Then - he gives Rin a glare.]

I told you to give them hell for us - but I didn't mean right now, you absolute idiot! I wanted you to live!

[flamingprick]

Well I did too, ass! You think I WANTED to die? No! I saw a chance, and I decided to take it!

[It's totally not his fault that it failed horribly.]

[suppressthedark]

You should've known that they wouldn't give you a chance! They stacked the deck against us from the beginning, goddamnit!

[HE'S SO MAD, he was screaming the entire time Rin attacked Tycoon past the duct tape.]

[very_good_end]

[laughing]

[flamingprick]

[Oh, it's Erika.

...he still needs to apologize, but he doesn't want to do it when she's laughing at him.]

Knock it off, would you?

[very_good_end]

[snerks]

I just find it terribly amusing... you really thought they'd say "Oh, well, you object, that's okay then." ...And then call the whole thing off?

[flamingprick]

...maybe?

I definitely remember that happening a couple of times.

[very_good_end]

Obviously, not.

[flamingprick]

Eeh, it was worth a shot.