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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Comments

[purrtagonist]

[was mad. now Akira's just kind of. too tired to be mad]

. . . yeah.

[he hesitates]

Graham is still out there.

[flamingprick]

Yeah, he is. But everyone heard him. They know what he did to Tsumugi. And I'm sure Hiyori won't give up on punishing him either.

[purrtagonist]

. . . I should have pushed for people to vote for him more. Even after Ichigo-- [did his thing]

[flamingprick]

You know, your timing was really shitty there. If you'd said something earlier you probably could've gotten us all to vote for Will anyway.

[purrtagonist]

[there are MANY things he should have done differently, probably starting with "just don't do a murder in the first place." but truthfully he can't bring himself to regret dong said murder when it will (hopefully??? apparently??) bring everyone back to life. so. . .]

I can't change what happened.

[flamingprick]

Nope. All you can do is move forward.

[Rin's still allowed to give him grief though.]

I gotta admit, this isn't what I was expecting the afterlife to be life. I thought there'd be more fire and shouting.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . a snort, lightly amused]

I'll take this over sulfur and brimstone any day.

[flamingprick]

Hey now, it's not the 'sulfur' and 'brimstone' that's the problem. It's the assholes in charge.

[purrtagonist]

Ah. . . Satan, right?

[flamingprick]

Yup.

...though if I'm his kid, I wonder if I can overthrow him.

[purrtagonist]

If you do, can you replace the fire and brimstone with pool parties and water slides?

[flamingprick]

Maybe hottubs? I'm still a fire demon, it's gotta stay warm there. Water's not so great for me.

[purrtagonist]

But not so hot it burns the rest of us to crisps. At least have an area where people can cool down.

[flamingprick]

Sure, I can do that much. You wanna have a coffee shop in hell too?

[purrtagonist]

Absolutely, I do.

[flamingprick]

Alright, you can have a coffee shop then.

[He has no idea how he's going to make good on these promises.]

[purrtagonist]

[AKIRA DOESN'T EXPECT HIM TO]

[he's just. trying to find something lighthearted to talk about]

You're a real friend, Rin.

[flamingprick]

Of course I am. You guys, you gave me a chance. Even after finding out all the Satan stuff, you still treated me like I was a normal guy. Friends like that don't come along every day. You gotta treat 'em right.

[purrtagonist]

[thumps his hand against his own chest]

Satan in my soul, remember?

[THEY'RE KINDRED SPIRITS. sort of!!]

[flamingprick]

[O rite]

Think your satan can beat up my satan?

[purrtagonist]

Absolutely.

My Satan shot a god in the face.

[flamingprick]

Oh shit did he?

[Sounds like it's STORYTIME]

[purrtagonist]

[DAMN RIGHT IT'S STORY TIME]

Have you ever heard of Yaldabaoth?

[flamingprick]

Yeah, that's the old hag with the house on legs, right?

[purrtagonist]

[what]

You mean Baba Yaga?