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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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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.
1/2
[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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Get over it, Rin!]
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He punches the book back at Ichigo. Of course it just lands on the floor, but.]
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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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[it isn't every day Ichigo manages to fluster him, so. . . you know. he'll take it]
While we're like this? I can't even touch you properly, this is just cruel. . .
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What, did you think I was kind all the time? Sorry, but even I've got a cruel streak in me.
[HE'S SO. PROUD OF HIMSELF? Finally, he has flustered the unflusterable flirt!!!]
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And here I thought you were soft like cotton candy all the way through.
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Psh - I've got a reputation to uphold, you know. Back home, gangs would come to my school just so I could kick their asses.
[Because he'd stop one of their members from mugging someone and they'd get mad.]
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Point. It's hard to regain that bad boy reputation once you lose it, after all.