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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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[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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[Tucks the fairy porn into his shirt for safekeeping and then starts examining the romance books.]
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The romance all appears to be schmoopy Nicholas Sparks-style nonsense... No porn here. :(]
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[ He'll move onto the history books next. ]
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Horror contains a few novels about spooky monsters, mummies, and the entire Goosebumps series. There's also a horror novel about a bunch of people trapped inside a school and told to murder each other for prizes OH WAIT]
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[After flipping through a few pages, getting that dreaded deja vu feeling, Niles lays the book open on a flat surface so they both can see.]
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[ He'll look on over. What else is going on in here? ]
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It ends with ten survivors being sent home, leaving the ghosts of the fallen behind, and an ominous line about a door foolishly left locked up and ignored in the midst of everyone's infighting and anger.]
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...What's this part about a door? [Taps the page.]
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[ ... ]
It could very well lead to the side of the living -- and the narrative implies that the living is too busy fighting amongst themselves to even think of the possibility or remember it could exist.
Shuichi once mentioned he was in a setting similar to this before, so it is not entirely impossible those raccoons could have been responsible for a previous set up like this as well. Perhaps this could also serve as a warning of sorts.
[ He flips the page, trying to see if there's anything else going on here. ]
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Would they hear us, if we knocked on that door?
[LET'S TRY.]
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[ Afterwards though even Caius will ... join in, if only because it doesn't sound like too much of a ridiculous idea. ]
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NOT THAT THEY CAN TELL UNLESS SOMEONE REACTS, BUT]