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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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Welcome to the library, sorry about the coffee bean?
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What happened? We all wanted you to keep on living.
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1/2
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[Akira sighs, lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose]
. . . either he plans on confessing, doesn't care whether he's caught or not, or thought whatever his motive was was worth it.
There's no way anyone would believe the same story I used now.
[the whole I MEANT TO MEET UP WITH THEM BUT THEN DIDN'T thing]
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It was enough to deter me from offing him, ahaha! I thought my insurance would work both ways. In any case, there are certainly more killers tonight but he is the one most likely to be taking the fall!
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Almost half of those still alive have killed someone.
[drops his hand to his side, and sighs]
But-- yeah. If I thought betting on this kind of thing was at all tasteful, I'd wager Seto will be the one to join us next.
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[ Hiyori nods and claps his hands together, like he's literally closing the topic of conversation. ]
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I'm sorry, either way. I'd offer to give you a tour, but this place is so tiny you don't really need one.
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But he looks around the room— yeah, there's not to look around and see. ]
So tell me, how have you been killing time? Yes, yes, there must be something!
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Solving puzzles, mostly. You saw our messages on Recyclr.
Sorry, "cats" wasn't the right answer. It was "d-e-t-h."
[RACCOONS CAN'T SPELL]
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[ He doesn't remember but he's opening his tablet to check who he should be mad at for that. ]
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[sorry about throwing you under the bus, buddy]
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[H E H]
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I know, I know! Thanks for that, by the way. I was afraid no one would take our Recyclr messages seriously.
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Of course, yes. It isn't as though I was having much luck getting along with the living!
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[WHICH. . . now that he thinks about it? probably the point of this whole exercise]
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[ falls back against a shelf, arms crossed and sulking ]
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Eichi-kun? Who's that?
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[ Hiyori sounds annoyed with this topic, for all that he seems to get along with Tsumugi fine. ]
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What did you do while you were employed with him?
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[ Drums his fingers against the library shelf behind him, and continues answering. ]
He also acted as something of Eichi-kun's secretary. Eichi-kun was the architect of our plot, but Tsumugi-kun handled logistics as well as making certain Nagisa-kun and I played our parts as they scripted. That is that answer enough, yes?
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