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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?]
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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))
Day 15
She's choking as she lies flat on her back. A hand reaches around to grasp at the floor. That same hand is brought to her head to brush her hair out the way- Oh she can see through it. It's faint but that's definitely the ceiling and not her hand.
...Akira was right.
She just sighs, rolling herself over, so she can use her arms to push her up. It takes a while and she stretches her stiff limbs as she goes. It's only once she's standing that she has a properly look around.]
This place?
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Ah, Futayo-chan. Welcome to the afterlife.
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She was standing, but goes back to her knees to bow.]
My apologies. I was unable to send what you asked, the bottle broke when I tried.
[But she lifts her head to look around some more.]
...This is the library.
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And it is the library. Apparently things that are destroyed there end up here. It's apparently just been Niles-san here while the other dead haven't really done much. Tsumugi-kun and I have been trying our best to make contact with the living about a certain person who orchestrated our deaths in a way.
And that's about all you've missed.
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Niles-san? He is the strange man who killed first, correct? And everyone else who has died is here as well... [There are too many books, she isn't a book person WHY.]
...A certain person?
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Apparently, he's been doing things like drugging and brainwashing kids into committing suicide! Poor Tsumugi-kun is a victim. And I guess I am by extension.
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[That gets her frowning.]
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A very realistic wolf in sheep's clothing, don't you think?
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[Well, yes that is what a wolf in sheep's clothing means.]
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If he's given up his dog, then he's likely going to get serious soon. After all, one doesn't give away something they love unless they expect themselves to be harmed in the future
We only get one post on the text program a day, same as when we were alive. I've already put out the warning that there's someone like that lurking about. Hopefully I'm not completely disregarded.
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Heeeey~
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[She's still looking around.]
I can see through you...
[And she doesn't have a spear, so she's going to bat at his shoulder with a hand.]
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Aww. Unfortunately you can't put your hands on me, tempting as it may be.
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[And like the completely normal person that she is. She puts her other hand through his chest and flexes her fingers to grab at the chair fabric.]
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Once she has some she gives it a tug.]
Can you feel that?
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[ and here's tsumugi peeking from behind one of the bookshelves. hey there. ]
You too?
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[Hello, she wanders over to also peek out from the side of the bookcase.]
...Why are we hiding?
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[ just comes out from there ]
What do you mean you told them?
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That I did it. That is why I am here.
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And you lost?
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[She nearly did any way, because it turns out hiding to spend your last day pissed means no one will question you.]
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You're very brave, Futayo-chan. I wish I can have a little bit of that courage. I would've given up if I were placed in that situation, really.
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