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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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-- Illyasviel??
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[ 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. ]
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. . . ah. . .
[his expression shifts from surprise, to soft and a bit sad]
We found out where the burned down library went.
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[ 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.
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It's a little boring. I've only been here one day, and I'm already being driven out of my mind.
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Hell is probably nicer than infinite limbo.
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I suppose that's not too bad... although I don't think I'd ever go there.
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Heaven sure won't want me.
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[ Not that she's angry about it but she sure is sighing about it. ]
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Satan lives in my soul, remember?
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Maybe I'll just cheat death altogether, then. I don't consider this round a loss, after all.
[he can be zero for four!!]
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[since the raccoons have threatened imperfect revivals, he is sort of now considering his motive kind of. . . a last ditch solution. . . HE HAS A BETTER IDEA!!]
Have you seen the messages we posted to Recyclr?
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I think, if we keep solving them and relaying solutions to those who are alive, we can escape this place.
We just need to make sure they don't get so caught up in hating each other they ignore us.
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[ She wants to believe in at least that much. ] Although I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up arguing in circles about other things. But even if we escape, then what?
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[he does have faith in those who are alive, at least!! NOW JUST INPUT 'DETH' INTO THE GD PACMAN MACHINE]
I can't say for certain what comes after escaping. But I think it's a pretty good start.
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[ She should be glad she hasn't been paying attention enough to see him on a "bad day". ]
Well, I suppose. I wouldn't be surprised if it's worse out there than it is in here, though. But doing something is better than doing nothing.
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[what he isn't saying is that Akechi probably wouldn't help for anyone but him. . . . . .]
Bingo. Even if we hit a dead end, we wouldn't know the dead end is there without trying.
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That's true. Just don't get your hopes up too high if it's a whole lot of nothing.
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