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 15

[fineprinted]

[ well their attempts on reaching out to the living didn't work. but tsumugi's not going to give up right now. he'll be found at the library, studying the scorched letters that appeared yesterday, taking down some notes. if someone were to peek over his shoulder, they should see the following written down:

- former detective, special agent, teacher at FBI academy
- likes dogs, other animals
- likes to drink
- offered alcohol to me the night before ]

[cw_suicide]

Trying to figure out which item will make it past the censors?

Because I can tell you the last two sound like me.

[fineprinted]

It does?

[ huh.... he's right ]

To be honest, you were a much better drinking buddy than him. For obvious reasons.

[cw_suicide]

Naturally.

[sitting somewhere nearby to watch Tsumugi write things.]

[fineprinted]

I mean, you did point out that you two are kind of alike... But I think that makes him all the more detestable to you.

[ picks up one of the burned letters and sighs ]

I wish I can figure out what they're trying to say to us, though. I can't figure this out at all.

[cw_suicide]

Regrets. Wishes. Things that people tend to send the dead, more than likely.

[... almost kind of relieved they're burnt? because he's pretty sure some are for him and he's already baffled enough about some of the extreme reactions the kids have been having.]

We'll have to send out a message to try to let them know they're getting censored.

[fineprinted]

Most of these probably belong to the others, like you. I can't really imagine anyone sending letters to a murderer like me, to be honest.

[ pretty sure hiyori and the others would want to kick his ass by now ]

But yes, we should. I haven't used up my one post for recyclr yet, so maybe we can use that.

[cw_suicide]

[... well. he can't smack you.

but he can ruin what progress you've made with your lists.]

[fineprinted]

E-Eh? What are you doing?

[ DAZAI-SAN PLEASE HE'S DOING HIS BEST HERE ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[It's a good job they are no ghosts, as she'd be uncomfortably close peering over his shoulder.]

Tsumugi-dono you are well read, correct? Erika-dono and Ichigo-dono are also well read. But I do not think that Tycoon-sensei and Racquelle-dono are.

Do you know any books that could tell them? [It's not a very sneaky plan when she just says it.]

[fineprinted]

[ they may not be ghosts... probably.. but tsumugi's still easily spooked and he jumps at futayo's voice. ]

I haven't looked through this library yet. It's been a while, and I didn't explore this thoroughly before Akechi-kun razed it through the ground...

But maybe there's a book around here that can help us create some sort of secret code to pass to the living. We'll see.

[cluelesscavewoman]

[At least you only get the cold breeze and not bang your head on her armor.]

I see...I do not read often enough and I do not think I would read the same books as them.

[Books are for nerds that don't solve their problems via shanking.]

The only code I know is the one used by the guard unit for secure communications. But there is a chance that they would not understand.

Dazai-dono says that I should try to cheer them on instead...

[fineprinted]

[ SHANKING IS BAD, FUTAYO ]

It's never too late to pick up reading as a hobby, you know! I'll recommend you some easy readings once I'm done here. And moral support is just as important, so maybe you can message a cheer on recyclr later on! Like... "Go, go, fight, win"!!

[ ...he's not good at this, actually ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

...[DAZAI SAID IT'S FINE]

I will write them alone. [Thanks for the help?]

Most of the books I have read were for school. I normally train in my free time...

[fineprinted]

[ IT'S BAD WHEN YOU'RE BOTH SUICIDAL LIKE THE BOTH OF THEM?! ]

Training? Were you a child soldier?

[cluelesscavewoman]

[It's not like she values her life anyway.]

Judge. I am seventeen. I am not an adult yet.

[locktouching]

[Peeks at the letters Tsumugi gathered.]

Aw. Did they try to send us love letters? Too bad they were ruined.

[fineprinted]

Mm. One of them must belong to you.

[ here, he'll just give you one ]

[eternalballad]

...What are you doing?

[ His eyebrows furrow. ]

[fineprinted]

Mr. Caius? You're here too?

[ HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED ]

[eternalballad]

Yes, I am.

[ ... ]

It is by my own making, however. No one else's.

[ Then he gestures again to what Tsumugi is writing, as if to bring the silent query back. ]

[fineprinted]

I'm... so sorry.

[ so it's kind of like futayo's case then? he really isn't one to pry, so he won't ask any further. as to what he's doing - ]

Oh, I'm figuring out a way to get through recyclr to alert the others about. He... was the reason why I killed Dazai-san, you see.

[eternalballad]

[ He doesn't know what to say to the apology, except fall silent for a bit. He doesn't seem annoyed about it, however. ]

What do you mean? He asked you to kill Dazai?

[fineprinted]

He, um... He made me think that I'm better off dead, so I thought that I should finally do it with Dazai-san and off ourselves together. It's... complicated.

[ he winces. this is really awkward to talk about to someone who isn't dazai... ]

[eternalballad]

[ His presses his lips into a thin line, and then looks away from Tsumugi. ]

He likes dogs, does he not? Perhaps a warning with that could suffice.

[ He doesn't press the male for details of how he died. Not yet -- possibly not ever. Caius knows of tact, after all and the wounds are still fresh. ]