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

[liveronhersleeve]

[Ok well that had. Not been a pleasant experience. Grim Eyes had not previously been aware that that was even a way a person could die, with the computer shorting out in the flooded second library and electrocuting her, but hey, you live and learn. Or die and learn, as the case might be.

There's something about the low-grade mayhem on this side that's almost comforting, though, and Grim Eyes... honestly isn't in as bad a mood as one might expect of a recent murder victim, especially one who'd spent the better part of the last couple of weeks alternately sulking and glaring with occasional shark-punching breaks. She's just gonna... take a moment to take it all in. And to be sure that she's done convulsing. That too.]

[purrtagonist]

[Grim is spared from being a victim of the flying coffee beans]

[Akira does give her a little wave, though. 'sup!]

[liveronhersleeve]

[She waves back.

The lack of harmless but irritating projectiles is appreciated. Makes it easier to be amused at the expense of people who are getting coffee beans thrown at them.]

[purrtagonist]

[he pulls up a tired, sympathetic smile]

Is it okay if I ask what happened?

[liveronhersleeve]

I wasn't willing to go home under the circumstances the garbage bears were threatening. Neither was Minako.

She's a better fighter than you might expect.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . oh Minako. . .]

[much like it did with Seto, Akira's expression flashes, eyes widening, before he composes himself again]

That doesn't surprise me.

[liveronhersleeve]

She's a good kid.

[Grim Eyes half-shrugs, a kind of helpless "what can you do" gesture.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . it is kind of nice to see no animosity between them]

Yeah. She is.

So is Seto. And Ulaz is a good doctor.

[liveronhersleeve]

That's three killers this round whose characters you're willing to speak for. And four of us dead, I'm pretty sure. Have you not figured out who the last killer is, or do they not make the "decent person" cut?

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Wanders over, then just sits down in front of you, hi!

It was a good match.

[That is all?]

[liveronhersleeve]

Yeah, thanks.

[Resigned sigh.]

She's a better fighter than she looks, huh.

[cluelesscavewoman]

Judge. When I tried to speak to her she screamed at me for a reason that I do not know.

[Stares, she's really good at just staring at people and staying still.]

[liveronhersleeve]

First time she talked to me she demanded to know whether I eat hearts. [If anything, she sounds a little amused about it.]

So. What's a ghost do for fun around here?

[cluelesscavewoman]

I thought most creatures that eat meat have a preference for muscle and blood. [Like it's a completely normal topic. Horizon is weird.]

Nothing. This place is boring. There is not enough space to run and there are only books.

[liveronhersleeve]

[Shrugs.] I mean, I wouldn't ignore the rest of the carcass and only eat the organ meats.

...yeah, I was afraid of that. What with the bean-throwing and all.

[cluelesscavewoman]

...I should asked them to burn another room.

[liveronhersleeve]

We're probably lucky that the first fire didn't spread, or suffocate us all on the smoke. This place doesn't have really great ventilation.

[suppressthedark]

[When Grim's done with her moment, Ichigo quietly makes his way over to her - sitting down on a nearby beanbag.]

...Hey.

[He looks...well, not happy, but also more stable than you'd expect - just more solemn than anything at everyone dying, including her.]

[liveronhersleeve]

Hey.

[Stable's probably about the best that can be expected of most of the people here, honestly. And Ichigo had gotten a bum deal.]

You holding up ok?

[suppressthedark]

I should be asking you that, you know.

[He's wearing....one hell of an eyepatch right now. It's pink and frilly with a felt strawberry on one side, and a googly eye in the middle. Minako makes the best gifts, you guys.

But he gives a weak smile, rubbing his remaining eye with a hand.]

I'm alright. Better than I was yesterday, anyway.

[liveronhersleeve]

Feh. I knew what I was getting into. The garbage bears ambushed you.

[suppressthedark]

I forgot their 'rules', so I got killed. That's all.

[Just. Shrugs. Honestly, he's gotten over his death pretty fucking fast.]

Glad to hear you're okay, though.

[liveronhersleeve]

I mean, I'm dead. But I'm dead on my terms. There's worse things, in this place.

[suppressthedark]

...Yeah, there are. I would've liked to go out on my own terms, but -

[He just shrugs, softly.]

Can't really change the past - all we can do is focus on the future.

[liveronhersleeve]

[She chuckles.] Always kind of figured that if I ended up haunting anyone it'd be my aunt, honestly.