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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Comments

[purrtagonist]

[starts gathering up the coffee beans, because why not? he's just going to leave them piled on the desk, though]

There's a reason most retailers sell "chocolate covered coffee beans" as a snack, and not just. . . "coffee beans."

[flamingprick]

Yeah, I can tell why now-

[Wait. WAIT.]

Is there any kind of food or anything here, or am I gonna be stuck with coffee-mouth forever now?

[purrtagonist]

[solemnly]

Unbeanownst to Rin, the bitter aftertaste of the coffee bean would haunt him forever. . . and ever. . .

[flamingprick]

...

[If there are any beans left, he's going to grab some.]

I won't be left alone in this hell!

[purrtagonist]

[his mouth twitches, but he keeps a straight face as he takes a step back]

Hey. . . that's not a good way to espresso your feelings, Rin.

[flamingprick]

[Stepping towards Akira now.]

It's a little too latte for regrets, Akira. Open up.

[purrtagonist]

[takes another step back]

[and arms himself with a nearby book]

Just because you're bitter doesn't mean you have to rub it off onto someone else.

[flamingprick]

I'll rub it off on whoever I want to!

[The beans. He's talking about the beans.

Speaking of which he's rushing forward now. He can't tackle Akira but he can shove those beans into his face.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . RIN]

[the funny thing is Akira's actually pretty quick on his feet when he isn't injured, so he sidesteps Rin fairly easily, book raised in front of his mouth like a shield]

I'm afraid I have to decline your offer, since I'm already happily taken. . .!

[AKIRA WHY]

[suppressthedark]

[Just this face from across the room.

Why this, Akira? Why do you do this]

[purrtagonist]

[flashes Ichigo a dazzling smile, brows raised a bit suggestively]









[all the way until Rin punches the back of his head with coffee beans]

[suppressthedark]

[He doesn't know what he expected, honestly]

[purrtagonist]

[he. . . loves you. . . . . . . . Ichigo. . . . . .]

[flamingprick]

Shut up! You know I didn't mean it that way, don't be gross!

[Rin turns and runs for Akira again, but this time he dives down to slide through Akira's legs. Literally. Since ghosts.

And once he's behind Akira he'll jump up again and try to punch the beans through the back of Akira's head.]

[purrtagonist]

[okay so, he might be incorporeal to other ghosts, but he isn't incorporeal to inanimate objects. so the beans don't go through the back of his head]

[the just]

[kind of act like a buffer between Rin's hand and Akira's head? which means he pitches forward as soon as the strike hits]

[and faceplants onto the ground]

[flamingprick]

[Holy shit. That's not what Rin meant to do at all.]

Shit! You okay, Akira?

[At least he's apologetic?]

[purrtagonist]

[he stays on the ground, face pressed against the floor. but he does manage to lift a hand and give Rin a thumbs up]

[HE' SFINE]

[flamingprick]

[Well ok.

He'll just. Crouch down near Akira to check on him.]

You didn't get hurt, did you? Can ghosts even get hurt?

[purrtagonist]

[words muffled against the ashy floor]

Even if I were hurt, I've had worse.

[you have literally seen him have worse, Rin]

[flamingprick]

Hey. Lift your head up so I can hear you.

[purrtagonist]

[LIFTS HIS HEAD but turns it away from Rin, immediately placing the book in front of his face again because he sees your game here]

[flamingprick]

[SHITHEAD

He holds up a hand for Akira to see.]

No beans here, you batty barista.

[purrtagonist]

[flops onto his back, giving Rin a suspicious look, and not removing the book]

You punched me in the head with coffee beans.

How can I ever trust you ever again?

[flamingprick]

Uh....I'll let you punch me in the head?

[purrtagonist]

[SNORT]

No, I'm kidding.

[sits up, lowering the book into his lap]

I'm fine. Didn't even hurt.