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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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H-How do you plan to do that? Are you really dead-set on killing him?!
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... should I not be?
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That, and... I don't want you to kill anyone, Dazai-san. Not for my sake.
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[don't say that??? because???? ????????]
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I'm... forever indebted in what you've done for me so far. Despite our predicament, I'm really glad we've met and I'm always going to be very sorry for what I've done to you. And yes, I know Will still had a hand in both our deaths, but the fact that I still killed you hasn't changed. It's still always going to be my fault no matter how you look at it.
[ he's stubborn this way. ]
But I'm so tired, Dazai-san. I don't want anyone else to die anymore, even if he really deserved it. And if he does die he'll be stuck here along with me and I'd rather not unexist alongside him if it's possible.
[ a really weak smile. god, he needs a long vacation after all this. ]
I just promised Hiyori-kun that I'll help him with Will one more time, and that's it. Because to be honest... I don't want to go anywhere else but here anymore.
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how can he be dying like this when he's already dead? this isn't??? no????]
... Tsumugi-kun... do you know, I actually found it. Very admirable. That rejection you gave me at the start.
That's how I know the person responsible isn't you. And why I'd ask you to reconsider. There's at least better places than here to choose.
[but, also... he gets it. even if he doesn't feel he can do the same. he does get it.
especially since this whole "don't kill Will Graham" nonsense effectively ties his hands, leaves him unable to do anything to make any of this better. wasn't he supposed to be able to do better than this?]
--barring that... if killing him isn't an option... what should we do?
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...Unless that's not enough to sate everyone's bloodlust for him. But actually, I really don't know if killing him can magically make things better for all of us again. If that were true, I would've let anyone have at him.
[ he falls silent again, his gaze falling on his lap. right, dazai is also a victim in this. this is more of a dazai vs. graham fight than a tsumugi vs. graham one, but only because tsumugi can never take someone like will on in a knife fight or something. ]
I know it's too selfish of me to ask of this from you, because you deserve to get back at him as well for using me to get to you back then. And I wish I could be angry at him for even a tiny bit, but... I can't feel anything anymore. For the longest time, actually.
[ if that's the case then why is he almost in tears again??? make up your mind, smh ]
It's frustrating. Which is why I said that you were so brave back then, when I had to reject your offer. You're not afraid of anything. And I... I wish I could be a little more like that too.
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he debates with himself for a long moment. because... as much as he's been loud about wanting Will to pay for his misdeeds, it wasn't really about him in the first place. Will wasn't wrong to say he didn't kill Dazai--Dazai just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. it's really been about shifting the blame, so Tsumugi wouldn't feel so much of it.
but it still really comes down to Dazai really shouldn't have been so much of a wreck this whole while. maybe then, he'd have been able to talk Tsumugi down like Rin did for him. even now, he can't seem to manage it.]
... Tsumugi-kun... that last part... is an complete fabrication.
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[ tilts his head at him curiously ]
What do you mean...
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That impression of me. It's not true.