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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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-- what are you doing?
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You're not putting a bean in his mouth, you crafty fucks]
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[ugh fine. he grabs a few coffee beans and tucks them into one of his pockets (semi-transparency means that they can easily be seen), before he climbs up on top of one of the bookshelves adjacent to Ichigo]
[and then]
[flicks a coffee bean at him]
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TACTICAL MANEUVERS!!]
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[totally using his phantom thief dexterity to practically leap from his bookcase to the one off of which Ichigo is hanging, so he can stare down at him with a >:3c expression, another coffee bean in hand]
You know, it's really not that bad.
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Drops down, rolling and running off to hide behind another bookshelf.]
Sorry, but I don't want any!
[This is totally a game now, and it's clear in his voice.]
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[launches himself from the top of the shelf, landing in an impressive tuck and roll and popping back up into a crouch. he immediately leaps after Ichigo, holding the coffee bean above his head as he does so]
Don't knock it until you try it!
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You'll have to catch me first!
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[also taking a seat on top of it once he's there, cross-legged, and just. tucking the coffee bean between his teeth, brows raised. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, AKIRA]
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He just stares at the bean being in Akira's teeth, because. What are you Doing, even.
And he stops, temporarily stunned. GO IN FOR THE KILL, AKIRA]
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[absolutely leaning in then, bracing his hands on either side of Ichigo, lifting his face until they're so close their noses would be brushing together if they weren't, you know. incorporeal]
[arches both brows as he watches him expectantly, like. okay Rin told him he wasn't allowed to use kissing to get Ichigo to consume a coffee bean but FUCK THAT, THIS IS HIS METHOD AND HE'S STICKING TO IT]
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So not fair. Really not fair. But so goddamn clever.
He'll just...lean in, eye half closing to take that bean, because even if it's going to put a bitter taste in his mouth, well...
...This is sweet enough, right?]
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THAT'S CHEATING, ASSHOLE!
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There goes his boyfriend, he guesses? Going to jump off himself and roll/land next to Akira, offering him a hand.]
...Didn't know you guys set rules.
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You know how I feel about "rules."
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[And that's why he smiles, and gestures at his pocket.]
That's why I'm gonna let you feed me one.
...But, you've got to feed it to me with your fingers.
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I thought my coffee bean kiss idea was pretty clever, since we can't-- [gestures between them] -- you know.
[but whatever, retrieving a coffee bean from his pocket and holding it out. ENJOY, ICHIGO]
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[I mean, he was about to kiss you? Until Rin intervened.
But he comes close, opening his mouth and half-closing it around the bean and Akira's fingers, ignoring the cold on his lips because for a moment? It looks like Akira's fingers have been shoved in his mouth -
wait did he just mime licking his fingers??? With an incredibly sly yet somehow seductive look on his face?
This may or may not be revenge for that time Akira was in his lap once, back when they were both too injured to do anything. Suffer, Akira.
Then just like that, he closes his mouth fully and starts chewing on the bean, wincing a little.]
Mmmngh....bitter.
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[what]
[what is]
[what are you doing?]
[WE'RE GHOSTS??? WE'RE GHOSTS]
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[saying his name, voice a little rough, like gravel]
. . . we're ghosts, that doesn't exactly work, here.
[sorry he's cutting the sexual tension like a knife in butter because A) THEY ARE GHOSTS and B) THEY ARE NOT ALONE]
[god]
[why]
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Rin is over here making an exaggerated gagging noise and pretending to throw up in a corner.]
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[grabs another coffee bean from his pocket and throws it at Rin]
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I know, I just -
[UGH WHY IS IT SO BITTER]
- You tease me all the time, so I wanted a little revenge.
[This is what you've awakened within him, Akira. Ichigo is nothing if not a fast learner, so now you've woken up a slumbering beast who will tease you until he can't anymore.
God when they get bodies back they're just going to leave for alone time for like ten minutes aren't they]
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