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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Day 13

[cw_suicide]

[. . .







NOT AS EXPECTED?????]

Re: Day 13

[fineprinted]

[ and tsumugi appears right beside him and he just

panics

and runs away to hide among the bookshelves ]

[cw_suicide]

[........... WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK HAPPENED

nevermind your running away. completely stunned.



his neck kind of hurts????]







Tsumugi-kun?

[fineprinted]

[ he doesn't answer for a while, until his fluffy hair peeks from behind one of the bookcases ]

Y-Yes...?

[cw_suicide]

... what drug were you even on at the time?

[FOR FUCKING SERIOUS THO???]

[fineprinted]

D-Drugs? But i didn't! I've never taken drugs in my entire life!!

[ HE IS STILL A DIGNIFIED IDOL, DAMN ]

[cw_suicide]

It's either you were drugged or you really just wanted to murder me that badly.

[i just

can't even]

[fineprinted]

I never wanted to murder you! I can never do thatI i just...

[ ok he's going back to hide again ]

I don't know what came over me when I did that. It's true that a double suicide with you sounded appealing, but.. I never should've done it...

[cw_suicide]

[ok.

ok. different. approach.

because there's no way he can't NOT know why everything went so wrong.]

Tsumugi-kun... how long had you been feeling unwell for?

[fineprinted]

Since the night before. I felt completely fine in the morning and even made dolls of everyone.

[ even dazai-san... UGH he is the worst ]

But that night I was... Really out of it. Moreso than usual.

[cw_suicide]

[that's a pattern.]

Think hard. Before each instance, who did you interact with?

[fineprinted]

Um, I was just all by myself one night, couldn't sleep. I did meet Will, though.

[ - ah. his eyes widen at the realization. ]

Do you think...?

[cw_suicide]

[............. fucking. Will. Graham.


this is the look of someone who could absolutely murder a person and not lose a wink of sleep over it.]

Ah. Is that so. Graham-san, is it.

[locktouching]

[Crouching next to him as he wakes up.]

Hey. You made quite a spectacle.

[cw_suicide]

[I'mmmmmm....]

... it wasn't my intention.

[this is such a disaster.]

[locktouching]

Well, if you feel like watching your own death, they have it on display for us, among other interesting scenes. I've watched mine a few times.

[cw_suicide]

... I might.

[just. just not right now. holy shit.]

[locktouching]

[Shoulder-pat. Except his hand just clips through Dazai's shoulder. Ah well.]

You'll get used to this. Or just get terribly bored. How are you feeling now?

[cw_suicide]

I little like I have some unfinished business.

[sooo apparently Will Graham was pulling Some Shit.]

[locktouching]

Ah, yes. I may have eavesdropped on you baby ghosts a little.

Maybe watching your own deaths will give you more insight, if he has trouble remembering. We can watch all of them, not just the executions. Interesting, isn't it?

And if you need help destroying Will, I would chip in. Not that I have anything personal with him, but I don't like him much.

[cw_suicide]

That's the spirit!

[because he sure would love to get Will Graham murdered.]

Though with the raccoons being strict about what we give away here, it'll be tricky. And of course... my circumstances don't make it easy to untangle the truth of it...

[he really was suicidal, just... got talked down. and then Tsumugi happened.]

[locktouching]

[Thinks for a moment...]

...So stop trying to get the truth out there, then.

If they're blocking the truth, why don't we try lying? Maybe a nice lie will go through. One that ruins Will under some other pretense.

[cw_suicide]

That's certainly one way of going about it.

What lie were you thinking of telling?

[locktouching]

You could spread nasty rumors about him and that hamster.

[Cackles.]

...Or the obvious answer, hint that he killed someone he had nothing to do with.

[cw_suicide]

I think it's more the dog he would have illicit relations with.

[fuck dogs, man.]

But as for the latter... he is technically responsible for Tsumugi-kun's death. But how would one present him as the killer of someone else without the raccoons interfering? Anagrams are no go. They were disappointed when Tapioca Honk managed to get you, Captain Hook.