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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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Mm... trust is a very delicate thing. Even when it's with the best of intentions... it still hurts when it's broken.
[l-lol. this is why he doesn't trust, Ichigo.]
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[Akira would not be the first person to betray his trust, but he is the first person who got so deep into his heart and then used his trust against him.
He'll need a little bit to work it out - providing someone manages to talk him out of just bottling it up inside of himself.]
...It's...nice talking to you again, Dazai. I missed it.
...And I couldn't talk to you one last time before...
[You fucking died.]
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just painful?
why would anyone miss that?
but somehow, the only giveaway to these thoughts are how he just... barely glances to him and then back down to his see-through feet, brow furrowed.]
I thought about it. Stopping by. But I suppose I was too much of a coward at the time. And I thought I'd have time the next day after Rin-kun talked me down.
[shrugs a bit. murder, man. what can ya do?]
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He nods, slowly.]
It's not like you expected to die that night, so...it's fine. I wasn't really doing that great myself.
[He idly touches his left cheekbone, fingers tracing the tip of his scar.]
But...I don't know. What to do now, I mean.
[He's kind of aimless now, letting it all soak in and not liking the answers he's coming up with in response - and it's making him want to just settle in a beanbag and never move again.]
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but ignoring that thought in favor of... trying not to sigh too heavily. it's not as though he's the person who would have the answers? and besides that, he couldn't even manage to get people to understand basic messages, so...]
... you'll figure it out. Not alone, though. It's not over yet.
[kind of wishes it was but Story Of His Life???]
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Ichigo just nods, if a bit slowly.]
...Don't think I could be alone in here if I tried.
[It's. Such a small place, man...]
...But thank you. You're right - it's not over yet.