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pandatreasure) wrote2017-12-24 12:44 am
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GRAVEYARD
[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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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?]
((Recyclr
Offerings/Letters
Day 11
Day 14
Day 16))
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THAT'S. FINE.]
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[anyway after an appropriate amount of yelling has been done]
-- where's Dazai?
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[going to look for him now?? can he find him behind the book shelves]
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he really is making this as difficult as possible.]
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[. . .]
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Congratulations on carrying out Graham-san's threat for him.
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[he flinches slightly, but forces himself not to look away in shame]
. . . ah.
He threatened us, then.
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It's probably still on the door, even.
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[fucking]
[tastic]
[his even expression melts into exhaustion, and for a moment? he just looks. . . defeated. tired. a 17-year-old kid who was in way over his head from the very beginning]
You were right about a lot of things.
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[and he doesn't look appeased by the idea. if anything, more miserable.]
There is a reason I drink, you know.
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Because it's hard to look at your life and things you've done right in the face.
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[draws one leg up, resting his chin on his knee. his tone is wry]
Well. . .
[a breath]
I've never been one to run away from my mistakes.
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[but of course, that didn't happen.]
She laughed at the results, you know.
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I was close.
[heh. . .]
And of course she did. I don't blame her.
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[in other words, that was a legit reason to murder someone, tbqh. erika can suck it up.]
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[okay. here's something he can't understand]
Why. . . did you and Futayo not want me to get caught?
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[but that's not what happened and he... looks pretty despondent. about getting justice for Tsumugi at this point.]
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. . .
I should've said something about voting for Will when Shuichi mentioned he was gong to vote for Seto.
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I don't know if there's a chance to bring Will Graham to justice at this point. He only needs one more Killing Night with someone who doesn't kill him, and he goes free out of the games.
... and then, of course. We have to wonder what will happen when we are revived. Will Will Graham still be so upset with me that he goes after you three?
[or even himself? but really, he'd be fine if Will went after him directly.]
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[sometimes, you fail]
[. . .]
I'd be more worried about yourself.
He told me, last night, that he wishes he would've killed you.
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I did go to him thinking that he'd might like a chance to do so. I already knew he probably would have rather killed me but stayed his hand for whatever reason.
But he refused. Probably to spite me.
... or possibly because he didn't seem to think I was worth killing at that point.
[who knows, really.]
I might have killed him if he had accepted, though. That's also probably why he didn't.
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