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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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u just get a shrug.]
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[thumps his fist against his chest]
When you hit rock bottom, the only place you can go is up.
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That's not true.
I have.
[probably a different kind of rock bottom than Dazai, but. you know]
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[there's no such thing as "rock bottom", there's just a free fall in a dark pit?]
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[a deep breath]
I can't ask you to believe in me if you don't believe in anything else, when I've already screwed up so many times.
[ain't even going to deny that. who is he, to ask for trust at a time like this?]
But I'd like you to let me pull you up, so we can both keep walking forward, together. Because you're my friend.
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sighs, and then, almost like it's to himself:]
Why is it that all of the people who call themselves my friend end up dead?
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[Akira opens his mouth for a second. closes it again, because really, is there a good answer to that question? nope. in hindsight, this. . . should have been extremely obvious, considering Dazai's profile]
[for a brief moment, his expression looks pained and guilty]
. . . I'm sorry you keep having to struggle with that loss. It isn't-- it isn't. . . fair.
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Obviously it's not fair. Since when is anything?
[and now he's flapping his hand, seemingly right back to the kind of flippant asshole he is usually.]
It's fine. Either way, this was always a possibility, so it's not like I wasn't aware it could happen.
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Nothing is ever fair.
[especially in murder school, but just. also. in general]
And it being a possibility doesn't make it better.
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It is what it is. And it's already over and done with, so there's no use complaining at this point.
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It's the reason why you always hold yourself at a distance, though. Isn't it?
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No. I've always been of an aloof nature. Or didn't you read into that?
Not only that, but I was raised by a man who is the epitome of logic. Do you really think there's any logic to do anything but proceed in a fashion with the fewest complications? Naturally, that's the best way to get things done in an efficient manner.
I've really been a miserable mess during this game. What I should have done was just get serious from the start instead of letting it play out so long.
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[hm]
Instead, you went out of your way to hold Ichigo, Rin and I up.
[YOU KNOW. . . THAT KIND OF MAKES. DYING?? A WHOLE LOT WORSE]
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Thinking about it... the better option would have been to have just killed someone the first few nights when it didn't look plausible for me to have killed someone. Then it would have been over much quicker.
[and there wouldn't have been any attachments and it WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE.
also like, r u still here? because like. kind of just mulling over these things quietly to himself now because i mean. you got this ball rolling. time to analyzing ALL THE THINGS THAT WENT WRONG AND HOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF HE'D JUST BEEN A GOOD MAFIA EXECUTIVE LIKE MORI WANTED?]
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When you keep putting it like that, it sounds like you're regretting making friends.
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I'm just stating facts.
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Then I'll make sure, by the time we leave this tiny library, that you don't have any regrets at all.
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Good luck with that, then.
Anyway, I'm going to go see if there's any more of those kinds of books.
[TIME TO CUT AND RUN]
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Let me know if you do.
[and then, calling after him]
I'm glad I met you! Regardless of whatever happens, meeting you was worth it!
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but just. going into the stacks and hahaha fuck looking for books, time to hide away for a while]
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[but yeah, also returning to looking for books. maybe they can talk again later]