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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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[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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[he spits out those words with hate-filled vitriol, before he just. sags]
. . . I actually trusted him. A little bit.
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... why else did you think I would refer to a wolf amongst sheep or the spider and the fly?
[he's just. so tired. he tried his best.]
Even I... tried to trust him. To a degree. But I never could manage it. Which is probably why I expected him to be willing to kill me.
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He help resolve some of the discord between Akechi and I. That-- [A BREATH]
. . .
[hissed and quiet]
Damn it. . .
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Akechi-kun would have the particularly beautiful wings that Graham-san would want to have in reserve.
Have they had a Killing Night together?
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[. . . first night: Shuichi. second night: Akira. third night: ???. fourth night: Shuichi. fifth night: Akira]
. . . I don't know.
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Of course he'd want to condition someone to be trusting of him to the point of ignoring or simply not caring about whatever wrongs he may have done.
[shakes his head.]
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Akechi is the way that he is because he's been manipulated by adults his entire life. And here he is, falling into the exact same trap.
[and here Akira is, just. fucking. letting him. he pushes his glasses up and pinches the bridge of his nose, tired]
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We'll just have to see how it goes.
If Will Graham reveals enough of his manipulations, there's a possibility it could end badly for him...
[though... poor Akechi-kun.]
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[INHALES DEEPLY]
[and finally just. leans back, tilting his chin up, and smacking his cheeks with his hands]
All right. That's enough of that.
The game isn't over yet.
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If you have any ideas, I'd be glad for something new.
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[BUT, THAT SAID]
But if true justice can't be achieved within the game, then we go outside of the system for it. That's how I've always worked.
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That'll be a tricky situation, like I said.
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[I mean. the raccoons did basically say that there's no guarantee they'll be returned alive in one piece. THINGS AKIRA DIDN'T THINK TO CLARIFY ABOUT: THAT]
But the raccoons said it themselves. Just because he wins, doesn't mean he gets to leave.
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Though I suppose we can find ways around that.
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He found ways around the rule in which he would be considered a culprit, didn't he?
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Though it may depend on some coordination with the living. I'll leave that to you, since you have the better connections.
[he saw how people responded to his death, ok. he knows not many give a fuck.]
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[rubs the back of his head, and nods]
I'll do my best.
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[boy was ready to do a murder, and also has connections]
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Of course. I already know he'd be on board for this plan.