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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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[ 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...
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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?
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[ even dazai-san... UGH he is the worst ]
But that night I was... Really out of it. Moreso than usual.
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Think hard. Before each instance, who did you interact with?
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[ - ah. his eyes widen at the realization. ]
Do you think...?
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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.
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[ clutches head ]
I'm so sorry...
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[ then again tsumugi is infamous for being a horrible judge of character, so ]
But how would he even drug me? I don't remember him giving me anything.
[ ... ]
Except...
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Except?
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[ SEE THIS IS WHY ALCOHOL IS JUST BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH ]
And then my mind became all fuzzy after that. Too muddled. I can vaguely remember a voice after that too. It... It said that it's... Better for me if I die.
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HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD LIKE TO MURDER WILL GRAHAM EVEN MORE THAN HE THOUGHT HE ALREADY WAS.]
... Tsumugi-kun?
[making a gesture for him to come out of hiding.]
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I'm sorry! I'm sorry, it's all my fault! If I hadn't - I...
[ he's close to tears again, god help him ]
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... do you really think I could find you at fault when the true culprit is someone I suspected since the start?
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Eh? You've suspected him for that long? What did he even do?
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Hmm...
[thinks about it for a moment because like... he's been really drunk and dry in extremes these past two weeks.
but he does remember when he first met Will Graham. the older man sitting in a classroom by himself, facing the doorway... and him throwing a paperball at him to get his attention.]
Be too similar to myself, I suppose.
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Ah. Right. Because there's no one else that can hate you as much as your own self.
I'll try telling them what I know now.
[ and bam, posted the thing on recyclr. too bad it comes out wrong on the other side ]
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... and well, it was worth a shot.]
I doubt that they'll make it so easy for us to communicate with them. You saw how Niles-san's posts were like.
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But at least we can make out his posts? This is really frustrating... I still want to help them! It's the least I can do.
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