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

[respendent]

[ HIYORI ARRIVES AT THE GRAVEYARD SCREAMING BECAUSE THE LAST THING HE REMEMBERS WAS GETTING KILLED

He is always so loud, this is maybe only the second time it's been warranted his entire time here. ]

[fineprinted]

[ the screaming momentarily snaps tsumugi out of his lifelessness but it's only out of his obligation as the library chairman to see what's wrong—

oh.

don't mind if he just sinks to the floor on his knees in total devastation. mm, yeah. some idol comeback this is. ]

[respendent]

[ TSUMUGI-KUN YOU ARE NOT BEING HELPFUL

It takes Hiyori a second to get his bearings, but his murderer isn't in front of him nor killing him so he has figured out to stop screaming now.

Wait, that's Tsumugi-kun. Tsumugi-kun is dead. But that's an unpleasant reality, and honestly not an immediate one because he's right there in front of Hiyori.

Which means Hiyori can go over and bother him immediately like an excited, unpleasant golden retriever. ]

Tsumugi-kun!! Tsumugi-kun, greet me properly!! Tsumugi-kun, greet me properly, or I will have no choice but to introduce your head to the corner of a bookshelf for failing to acknowledge your betters!

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[ THAT'S THE THING HE FEELS EVEN LESS HELPFUL NOW, HAPPY

And usually Tsumugi would panic about the excitable death threat that Hiyori dished out but does it really matter? They're both dead. Nothing else would hurt Tsumugi at this point.

So he peers at Hiyori, nodding numbly. ]

W-Welcome, Hiyori-kun.

[respendent]

[ He stops huffing and calms down some, his ego appeased. He takes into account Tsumugi's sorry shape, and it's not like he doesn't know why he's like this. Not that it's something he prefers to acknowledge. ]

Good, better.

[ He acknowledges the greeting at least and approaches Tsumugi. ]

There's worse company I could be keeping here. Yes, yes! It's good to see you again, and to see that you haven't been consigned to oblivion.

[ He's finished his screaming, finished his baseless reflexive threats and bravado. All that done with, he's not left with much but dissatisfaction and unhappiness with the situation, and it shows in the tightness of his mouth and his movements. He'll need to distract himself soon, but he hasn't started yet. ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Pokes her head out from under the blanket to stare.]

I knew it...

[Hides under blanket again. Bye world.]

[respendent]

That is not a proper greeting either!

[ Hiyori is going to pick up a book off the shelf and toss it at her blanket. WHY IS EVERYONE RUDE. ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Grunts. Hiyori why? After she came up with a plan to help you live....that failed cause someone else died.]

... There are too many people here.

[respendent]

[ Hiyori might have a good heart beneath all his affluenza but that doesn't mean he's not obnoxious. ]

That does not excuse you from needing to greet the best of them!

[liveronhersleeve]

[Well, here's another of the newly dead, coming over once it seems like maybe he's got the worst of the screaming out of his system. (What, I said maybe. She can hope.)]

Anyway, I think I owe you an apology. After the other day.

[respendent]

You and a great deal of other people! But I will graciously hear yours out first.

[ Hiyori finished his screaming relatively quickly, in a shocking turn of events. The difference from being midway through a murder to being in a quiet library is very stark, and once horror abated and adrenaline left his body, he stopped, and just looked very tired for a moment before anyone approached him to speak.

Of course, the moment he opened his mouth there's his energy back. ]

[liveronhersleeve]

Your reasoning was more sound than I assumed, and your actions were less shitty.

[Deep sigh. That smug attitude isn't actually making it easier for her to admit she'd been wrong.]

I mean, you were still pretty dramatically wrong. But you weren't the one sending us hunting shadows, and I'm sorry I assumed you were.

[respendent]

How on earth was I wrong?

[ The right thing to focus on out of all that. ]

[locktouching]

Aww. I was rooting for you.

[respendent]

Me too! Ahahaha! ☆

Thankfully, Minako-chan and Minerva-san know the identity of my murderer, so it's between him and Will for being voted out today!

[ He is supremely confident in this. Why would the other deaths matter. ]

[locktouching]

You're rather chipper. Not going to bemoan your sad fate?

[flamingprick]

[And here's Rin, yelling right back!]

What are you doing here? You were supposed to live!

[respendent]

[ Well, he was just kind of horrified panicked dying screams, but now that Rin is shouting, Hiyori is shouting. ]

Right, right! What am I doing here, I was supposed to live!

[ He yells to the library at large, as if expecting an answer from an unseen god. ]

[flamingprick]

Yeah, you were supposed to live!

[He's repeating it for extra emphasis.]

So why are you here? What happened?

[purrtagonist]

[there are coffee beans flying everywhere, so like, the first thing Hiyori wanted to see in the graveyard was one flying towards him, right??]

Ah-- shit, Hiyori?

[respendent]

[ AT LEAST HE HAS REFLEXES. Catches it and throws it back before paying attention to who it was, but after he hears that greeting he is scrounging more to toss back in Akira's direction. ]

That is not an appropriate greeting! Absolutely not!

[purrtagonist]

[WELL. HE DESERVES THIS. aggressive bullying has been a thing ever since he got here]

[yells in surprise as he grabs a book to shield himself. the beans bounce off of the cover harmlessly, scattering on the floor]

Do over! I want a do over!

[suppressthedark]

...Guess my pancakes were one of your last meals, huh.

[HI HIYORI

HAVE SOME MORBID HUMOR although Ichigo isn't happy to see him here at all, because -

He deserved to live, after Ichigo put so much suspicion on him last time.]

[respendent]

You should have made the berry sauce.

[ Have petty complaints so Hiyori doesn't have to acknowledge the big picture of the current situation. ]

[suppressthedark]

There weren't any usable berries, or I would've.

[He can be petty right back, Hiyori.]