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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LATER ON DAY 18

[flamingprick]

[After reading this.]

AKIRA! Your message cut off mine!

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . OOPS. . . .]

[covering his mouth with his hand because honestly he's. like. about to laugh]

"Romans?"

[flamingprick]

It was supposed to say 'Romans 13:4'. How is he supposed to know I'm gonna come kick his ass if he doesn't have the verse number?!

[purrtagonist]

[stroking his chin with one finger while he stares at the Recyclr feed]

[and slowly, gradually, like syrup cascading onto a warm pancake, a devious grin curls up the corners of his mouth]

You know. . . I bet not knowing what the heck you meant by "Romans" would drive him crazy.

[flamingprick]

[Oh hey, is that a bright side in this failure of an attempt to freak out Will?]

...you think?

[purrtagonist]

It might be nothing more than a tiny little annoyance at first. Something for him to laugh at and brush off, because it means nothing.

[oh boy, Rin's never seen this expression on him before. but that's because he's never felt so much like a troublemaker]

But what if it happens again? And again. And not just from you, but from me. Ichigo. Dazai. Caius. Niles. Erika. Futayo. All of us.

What would he think, then?

[suppressthedark]

[CRASHING IN because holy fuck he's here for this.]

I'm in. Let's make that bastard sweat.

[flamingprick]

[Akira, is this your devious side?]

It'd be funny, but should we waste our messages on just that?

[purrtagonist]

[snaps his fingers and jabs a thumb at Ichigo, extremely pleased]

Or at least be extremely obnoxious with our spam.

[and then, to Rin]

Of course not. We send our clues and puzzles answers first, and top them all off with a "Romans" directed at Graham. It'll be a joint effort, but. . .

[suppressthedark]

That's what I was thinking, too.

[To both of those, honestly.

...Also he's still wearing the reading glasses.]

He's paranoid enough that it'd definitely get his attention.

[flamingprick]

[Well that sounds more reasonable. And more fun!]

Hahaha! That'd probably freak him out more than what I was trying to tell him!

[cw_suicide]

That's why you need to be conservative with your messages.

[flamingprick]

I was counting it! I should've had 4 more characters!

[cw_suicide]

You didn't figure in punctuation, did you?

[points]

Colon, colon, exclamation point, and apostrophe. They all count.

[flamingprick]

No, I counted those. And the spaces between words. Look-

[He'll go ahead and count it out now. He does count up to 136, but it's because he didn't include the line breaks.]

[cw_suicide]

[ooooh, yes. he sees it now. sorry, laughing a bit.]

The spaces between the lines, Rin-kun. Getting rid of the punctuation would have helped mitigate that.

[flamingprick]

[Fuck]

AAAAAH! My plan's ruined now!

[purrtagonist]

Hey, Dazai. We're going to send a bunch of spam messages to Graham tomorrow. Want in?

[cw_suicide]

[. . . on the one hand, he is so tired and despondent and hates even addressing the man.







on the other hand, the kids are having fun? don't ruin their fun?]

Hm? What kind of messages?

[purrtagonist]

"Romans."

[look they're dead, they can't kill Will or punch him or do anything until they see if he's dead or a victor tomorrow, LET THEM LIVE]

[cw_suicide]

... Romans?

[purrtagonist]

[lifts his tablet, and points to Rin's cut off message to Will. ROMANS]

[cw_suicide]

... I see.

[y'all, he's just going to think you're ridiculous? but i mean... also menacing Will Graham with nonsense does sound fun.]

[purrtagonist]

[they have always been ridiculous, Dazai]

You know you want to, Dazai. Don't lie.

[cw_suicide]

[well yes. clearly.]

Me? Do such delinquent things? Never.