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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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Then why kill my other friend? She did not want to see me...
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. . . she didn't do anything to deserve what happened to her.
It wasn't anything other than circumstances, and me being a bad assistant.
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[She looks down. She understands that response, and accepts it.]
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[sticks his tongue out]
[and]
[pppfffffffphtttt]
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But the noise gets her to poke her head back out of the Porn Fort.
...
Pffbbt
It's a pathetic attempt, but she's looking now.]
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[he looks so ridiculous blowing raspberries like this]
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Pffffffffth Pfffffffft-
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You're getting a little better at it.
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I need to get a lot better at a lot of things. There is much that I still do not know...
...I should probably get better at writing. The glasses boy scolded me for spelling my occupation wrong on my transfer papers. I'll have to do them again now that I am a ghost.
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I could probably help you with your writing, if you'd like.
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Thank you. I am not very good at it. Kazuno was still teaching me when she was destroyed.
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Let me get a paper and a pen for you, okay?
[standing up to fetch just that]
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I think there are only books here.
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[Tsumugi is writing something!!]
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She just watches him go.]
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Let's start with your name. How do you write it?
How does magical rp translation work in this context??
Hon
da
Fu
tayo
[Yes, she is trying to write it vertically. But her hand writing is stupidly neat, everythings perfectly spaced and aligned.
Of course she can spell her name. She's memorized that! So she just stares at him.]
MAGICAL HANDWAVEY. . . STUFF. . .
Okay. What about. . . "My name is Honda Futayo, and it's nice to meet you."
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My name is Honda Futayo, and it's nice to meet you.
[None of these words are hard...Or have more than three syllables.]
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"Yesterday it was sunny outside, but today it is raining."
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[It's still neat...and she tried.]
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So it's spelling you have issues with. Here--
[he corrects her spelling. "yesterday" and "raining."]
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... He needs a new name.
[Stares at Akira, then wherever Tsumugi is.]
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Tsumugi? Why?
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