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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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[y'all, he's just going to think you're ridiculous? but i mean... also menacing Will Graham with nonsense does sound fun.]
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You know you want to, Dazai. Don't lie.
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Me? Do such delinquent things? Never.
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[hahaha he wants a drink so bad he just can't even.]
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So if I encourage you to join our trouble making, that makes me the bad influence.
[he]
[he shrugs. seems legit]
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That does seem legitimate.
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It's consistent with the rumors that fly around at school.
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Rumors, really? What sort of rumors?
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Oh, the usual.
I've attacked someone with a knife for no reason whatsoever.
I do drugs and rink on the regular.
If you look at me the wrong way I'll knock you out.
That sort of thing.
[. . . this??? this guy?????? his nerd????? with a reputation like that??]
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You don't even look that much like a delinquent to me, though.
[dazai, u were in the mafia, ur pov on delinquency is skewed?]
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[also, bluntly, because why hide it?]
I've been to juvenile detention at least twice.
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[that's a thing schools do, right?]
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[purposefully not elaborating, to see what Dazai thinks. of that]
The second time, for being a Phantom Thief.
[multiple charges of breaking and entering, among other things]
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[look, you just don't seem like the type to pick fights for no reason. and also trying to like... think how far junior high/high school kids go these days since, uhhhh... was protege of the mafia boss at that age.]
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Stopping a drunk man from assaulting a woman on a sidewalk in the middle of the night.
A particularly powerful drunk man.
[a shrug]
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and yet--]
As expected of Akira-kun.
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[lets out a "heh"]
That's where the rumors come from. Nobody wants anything to do with a convicted juvenile delinquent.
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That part of it makes enough sense. Anything outside of the norm is treated in that way in Japan, so.
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I know.
[considering he experienced that isolation first hand]