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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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[For one, he is absolutely horrible at flirting.]
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I guess it wouldn't be too bad. But only if it was genuine. Someone fake-flirting would be terrible, especially if it was to make fun of me. Or even worse, out of pity.
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Mm, well. Good luck, Rin-kun! Try your best!
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Oh, right! You're bad at emotions, I forgot.
[That explains everything about Dazai really.]
...actually, now that I'm thinking about it, can I ask you something?
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You just did.
cw: talk of suicide
[Which he's just gonna go ahead and ask, since. Yeah. It's Rin.]
You didn't actually have a pact with Tsumugi, right? That was just stuff Will made up to cover up what he did, yeah?
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It's more of a misunderstanding than a cover-up.
When I first got here, I sort of jokingly asked Tsumugi-kun about a double suicide-- [DAZAI WHO JOKES ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT????] --but Tsumugi-kun turned me down, saying he wanted to keep trying hard at living day to day, instead.
I can respect that sort of answer. It's honest.
[... sighs, and. plonks a book he was fussing with down onto a pile.]
Hiyori-kun pulled me aside one night with the promise of alcohol. He asked me if I wouldn't consider committing suicide in an attempt to give the rodents a body without someone having to committ murder. I gave the excuse that I told Tsumugi-kun that I wouldn't do any such thing alone--so I suppose Hiyori-kun read that as a suicide pact rather than...
[waves his hand like "what it is" because idk it sounds stupid and of course that's on him. the whole misunderstanding of their deaths is squarely on him and he gets that and it's really tiring???]
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[He. He can see that actually. And all of this is understandable to him.]
Why didn't you or Tsumugi send that over in a message?
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I had the thought that if I gave away the true circumstances to the whole thing, the rodents would just censor it because it would give away the whole mystery. So instead I wanted to redirect attention to the fact that someone dangerous was among you. Since it's not like you can help the dead anyway.
[i mean he expects people to assume the worst about him? why bother arguing with the thought that he was responsible for it? since he kind of was? in a way...]
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but mostly just... looking a bit confused?]
All the evidence was indicating otherwise. Explaining "I had a headache and Tsumugi-kun knocked on my door before I could get rid of a now-useless letter" sounds pretty unreal and suspicious, doesn't it?
And it's not like I managed to talk Tsumugi-kun down, either...
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We read the letter, you know. Me, Akira, and Ichigo. We read the letter and they believed it, even when I told them that didn't sound anything like how you did after we talked. And that's why...
[Oh boy, he's going from angry to upset now.]
I'm sorry, Dazai. I should've tried harder to tell everyone that they were wrong about what happened. Maybe we would've figured out the stuff about Will in time to do something about it if I had.
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... Rin-kun, it's enough that you even tried at all. Not many would, you know.
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[Rin knows that particular feel all too well.]
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[so like... picking up book again to bonk you on the head.]
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Oi! I'm being serious here! If I have to shout it at everyone until they all understand, then I will!
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...fine.
I'll hold off on it until we're all alive again.
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