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pandatreasure) wrote2017-12-24 12:44 am
pandatreasure) wrote2017-12-24 12:44 am
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?]
((Recyclr
Offerings/Letters
Day 11
Day 14
Day 16))
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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[He smiles, a little sadly.]
I was so upset that I didn't realize I was breaking a rule.
[Stares down at his hands, flexing them softly.]
...I tend to lose it when I'm emotional.
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[Carefully touches his hand. Well, their hands just clip through each other. But that's fine. Niles isn't after heat and solidity, just a little bit of pretend comfort.]
...Ah... the letter... thanks. For thinking of me.
And for everything else you've done.
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It was the least I could do.
[He closes his eye, giving a soft huff.]
...I didn't really do that much. And if I'd stayed a little more level-headed, I could've made sure Graham wasn't a threat next killing night.
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[Tips his head, looking Ichigo over. Still missing an eye, huh...]
What did you want to talk with me about?
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[Ichigo was very ready to do a murder yesterday, man.
At the question, he blinks - and then scratches the back of his head.]
...How do you deal with the blind spots?
[BECAUSE WE'VE BOTH LOST EYES LOL]
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My eye was ripped from my head by another lowlife when I was a child. I've had a long time to get used to it. Trust your other senses more, and you'll even be able to handle things like bows.
[In other words, compensate for depth perception????? Well.]
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...Got it. I'll...I'll work on it.
[...Sorry, he's...a bit subdued right now, due to everything really starting to sink in at once for him.]
...
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[Swats a hand right through his arm.]
Don't look so glum, you're much cuter when you smile. At least you're not hurting anymore, right? And you have your husband with you. Sounds like a great way to spend eternal rest.
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That actually gets him to break out of his funk, because what.]
I...I'm pretty sure that didn't count.
[The execution, he means.]
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Too bad about not being able to touch each other, but I'm sure there's ways to get creative when you're in the mood.
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Aka you've made him blush, look what you did.]
N-No! We haven't even done anything like that!
[NOT BECAUSE THEY HAVEN'T WANTED TO just because wounds do not help when you want to get your boning on]
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