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

[flamingprick]

[Shake shake shake]

You're so stupid, you know that! This was supposed to be a happy reunion! And you wrecked it!

[cw_suicide]

[baf. fled?]

What part of this is supposed to be happy?

[he's himself? shit's fucked?]

[flamingprick]

We got to talk again! And I got to die as 'me'! And shit, we're not really gone, there's still this ghost-thing going on. Those are things to be happy about!

[cw_suicide]

Tsumugi-kun's killer is likely to get away with murder, everyone thinks that I accepted Tsumugi-kun's offer for a double-suicide because I flippantly told Hiyori-kun I wasn't going to commit suicide by myself, the people I worked hard to try to give as many clues past the censors as possible so they could stay alive ended up killed in a brutal fashion, and even if the raccoons follow through with their promise to Akira-kun, there is also the possibility that Will Graham might figure that's a good time to murder one of you.

[hi, i know all of the downsides to all of your positives.]

[flamingprick]

He's not going to get away with murder because EVERYONE knows what he did now. We're dead now, but there's a chance we could come back, and even if we don't I'm telling you right now that I know for a fact that there is a life after death. And Will wouldn't be able to kill anyone because everyone is going to kick his ass when this is all over anyway.

[Oh look, positives to your downsides!]

[cw_suicide]

Except there are still people willing to defend Will Graham. You'd probably have to fight with them, first.

[flamingprick]

Even Mae stopped defending Will when she heard what he did to Tsumugi. And she's like miss-white-knight over there.

[cw_suicide]

Akechi-kun... Kaiba-kun...

[flamingprick]

I'll handle Kaiba, he trusts me. Akira can handle Akechi.

[cw_suicide]

I don't think that's a wise idea...

[didn't Akechi try to kill Akira before?]

[flamingprick]

It's fine! Everything will turn out alright, trust me. This-

[He gestures to the area around them.]

-is just a little setback.

[cw_suicide]

[this is the most skeptical face.]

[flamingprick]

Trust me. I'm the half-demon, remember?

[Don't trust him he knows nothing.]

[cw_suicide]

Rin-kun, you got yourself killed thinking the rodents were going to allow for an actual objection to a killing.

[flamingprick]

You say that like you've never made a bad decision before.

[HE KNOWS THAT'S A LIE.]

[cw_suicide]

I've made plenty of bad decisions, which is exactly why I never say anything is going to work out for the best. That's literally asking for trouble.

[flamingprick]

Then they can come looking for me and I'll punch them in the face! How's that for trouble?

[This is a terrible idea.]

[cw_suicide]

[picks up a book that he apparently had ready beside him and lobs it at Rin's head again.

SIGHS.]

[flamingprick]

[Direct hit!

And a moment later Rin is climbing up the bookshelf after Dazai.]

[cw_suicide]

[hi, welcome to the top of the bookshelf.

... it's unremarkable, really.]

[flamingprick]

[It really is.]

So.

If there's not arguing over stuff going on, what else is there to do here?

[cw_suicide]

I've been mostly watching over things in the game.

[flamingprick]

...even the super-embarrassing stuff?

[Oh god don't tell him Dazai saw That One Time with Akira.]

[cw_suicide]

Even the embarrassing stuff.

[... not really but also Rin is so easy.]

[flamingprick]

[He really is.]

Look.

You can't tell anyone about the embarrassing stuff.