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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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[Creeps over Caius's shoulder.]
[Then creeps to the books. Let's try non-fiction.]
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[ He's going to try the fiction, first. ]
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Let's divide things up a little more—for nonfiction, there are biographies, law books, science texts, and history books.
For fiction, there's fantasy, sci-fi, horror, and romance.]
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[Checking out the biographies. Maybe there's good dirt on someone in those.]
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[ Caius feels himself age 400 years -- he's never dealt with anyone as provocative as Niles. Anyway, he'll check out the fantasy section because
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In the fantasy section, there's a book about a school for witches that definitely isn't just a Harry Potter knockoff in spirit, a novel adventure knowledge, and some porn about fairies.]
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[Pulls out the raccoon biographies and puts them down by Caius.]
Did you find anything titillating?
[SHOW HIM THE FAIRY PORN.]
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[ So... he will pass off the fairy porn to you, Niles.
In the meanwhile, Caius will take a look at the biographies. Anything interesting in detail going on here? ]
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Ooh. Size difference kink.
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as far as the biographies go, Raquelle's is a picture book drawn in crayon with every other word spelled incorrectly. It fluctuates between calling her names, and occasionally saying something nice about how competent and smart and dangerous she is.
Tycoon's is mostly written with a few more doodly illustrations, alternating between making fun of how stupid and useless he is and sometimes calling him cute and precious. There's a huge list of all the different ways he's died.
...Do you recognize the handwriting? They...wrote each other's biographies...]
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[ This is ridiculous. He scans through the pages, to see if there's...something else here. If not, he is going to look over at the law books next. He has little patience for things that are so childish. ]
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But ghosts don't age so she's going to expand on her already, mostly useless war history knowledge. Please be war history and not fully political history, she's not Masazumi, she can't handle learning both.]
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Anything else in this bit? The science bit looks tempting after half the conversations she had were people didn't know junior school stuff.]
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Grabs cat book]
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Its contents are actually very ordinary, and do in fact provide extensive knowledge on how cats work—except that the first page is an absolute mess of red scribbles and shapes.]
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What types of shapes? Are there any words here or is it really just a mess.
She might just call for help in a moment.]
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...out of curiosity, are there any Star Wars parodies?]
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