GRAVEYARD

[pandatreasure]

[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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day 19

[worldcup]

[ just gonna see all of this and just. . . well, this isn't the first time she's died so this isn't something new but she's just like

what.

what the fuck y'all. this is what she wakes up to? christ. ]

[purrtagonist]

[a stray coffee bean totally comes bouncing her way. s. . . sorry]

-- Illyasviel??

[worldcup]

... Yeah?

[ She definitely makes an attempt to duck because being hit with things is not fun at all in the slightest bit? Don't do this to her, what the hell. ]

[purrtagonist]

[yeah it's one way to be welcomed to dead people's library]

. . . ah. . .

[his expression shifts from surprise, to soft and a bit sad]

We found out where the burned down library went.

[worldcup]

Looks like it.

[ There doesn't even seem to be the slightest bit of surprise in Illya's expression. ] So this is what the afterlife looks like in this world? It's kind of dumb.

[purrtagonist]

[s-soft snort]

It's a little boring. I've only been here one day, and I'm already being driven out of my mind.

[worldcup]

So would you say this is close to what you'd see as hell, Akira?

[purrtagonist]

Nope. Hell is full of fire and sulfur, and Rin promised me a coffee shop if I ever go there.

Hell is probably nicer than infinite limbo.

[worldcup]

Ah, is that so?

I suppose that's not too bad... although I don't think I'd ever go there.

[purrtagonist]

To hell? I'd like to not go there for a very, very long time, personally.

[worldcup]

So do you think you'd go there if you died a second time?

[purrtagonist]

[eh. he shrugs, mouth quirking into a grin]

Heaven sure won't want me.

[worldcup]

I don't know if that's something that you should be saying.

[ Not that she's angry about it but she sure is sighing about it. ]

[suppressthedark]

[Yeah, his joking mood almost instantly drops when he sees Illya, grabbing the blanket off of Futayo almost instantly and frankly running over.]

Illya?!

[HONEY NO....NO...]

[worldcup]

Hello again.

[ She wears a small, yet awkward kind of smile. ] Before you ask, I didn't kill myself, but I easily allowed them to kill me.

[suppressthedark]

[Hey Illya, he's just going to drape the blanket entirely around you and bring you into a hug, going to his knees.]

Illya...goddamnit, Illya...

[His hands tighten on the small of her back, angry that she's ended up dead, but also that he wasn't there to stop it.]

Who? Who was it?

[worldcup]

....

[ She's quiet for a moment but she's also surprised by the blanket and the sudden hug. Huh. ]

He was wearing a mask, but I could tell by how tall he was and his voice. It was Ulaz.

[suppressthedark]

[He Freezes, his eyes going wide as he comprehends what she just said.]

Ul-?!

[He's just..staring at her, because Holy fuck space doctor grandpa.]

[worldcup]

You better not say you don't believe me, because I have no reason to lie about that, you know.

[suppressthedark]

N-No, I - I believe you, it's just -

[SORRY, GIVE HIM A MINUTE?]

I, ah....I didn't think he'd ever kill anyone.

[The dude made sure he didn't die, ok]

[worldcup]

...people have their reasons. I didn't ask for his, because I simply wanted to save my family. That's all. After all, they said that they would no longer hang that threat over my head if I was dead.

So it's fine.

[suppressthedark]

[Illya....

Those words just make him bring her in for another hug, patting her back gently.]

...I'm sorry you died.

[...]

But, I...I'm glad I can talk to you again.

...Pretty selfish of me, huh?

[worldcup]

You're right, it's selfish. But is that such a bad thing?

[suppressthedark]

....Maybe. Maybe not.

...Are you...happy to see me again, Illya?

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Gets dragged partway along the floor BECAUSE SHE'S STILL WRAPPED UP IN IT. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

She tries to bite him, but ghosts, so it doesn't work at all.]