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 21

[insurgeont]

[ For the second time, Ulaz finds himself waking up after an unpleasant death. It's less of a surprise this time, at least.

He didn't particularly react during his execution, and he doesn't particularly react now. He doesn't have anything left but silent acceptance. It's not as though any of this matters at this point. The mission will continue; his actions ensured that, regardless of how things ended up for him personally. Whatever happens next, it's something he can face without regret.

But damn. He's fucking tired. ]

[purrtagonist]

[flicks a coffee bean at him from across the room]

[insurgeont]

[ catches it ]

...You are looking better.

[ Than the muddled pile of severed body parts that he was when you last saw him, Ulaz? Yeah, no shit. ]

[purrtagonist]

[NO. . . SHIT. . .]

Turns out death is a pretty good way to expedite the body's natural healing process.

[so wry]

[insurgeont]

So it would seem. Though "body" may not be the best choice of words.

[ lookin' pretty transparent there, bro ]

[purrtagonist]

[his mouth curves into a grin]

We can still interact with our surroundings. Touching each other is just--

[WAVES HANDS. anyway. . .]

. . . mind if I ask you something?

[flamingprick]

[Does he react to someone running at him while holding out a beanbag chair, attempting to body-check him into the ground?]

[insurgeont]

[ sweet ninja dodgeroll!!!

look, he's tired, that doesn't mean he's keen on getting fucking tackled, i don't know what to tell you ]

[flamingprick]

[Well he will have to put up with attempts for a bit, because this is Rin.]

Get over here and take your lumps, Ulaz!

[insurgeont]

[ rin did you not see the literal fucking murder blender ulaz just went through lumps have been thoroughly distributed already

But now that it's clear that Rin won't give up so easily, on the second pass, Ulaz braces himself and catches the beanbag chair. He follows up by trying to sweep Rin's feet out from under him, but, of course, his foot catches on nothing, he overbalances, and over he goes.

Nice dignity, fuckass. ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Hey sir, she didn't talk to you much but there was one thing she meant to say before dying. So she just wanders over and bows.]

Thank you for watching over Akira and Ichigo-dono while they were injured.

[insurgeont]

[ Now that's a bit of a surprise. ]

...Of course.

[ He could point out that maybe he didn't do so great a job of that considering they both ended up here before he did, but. Eh. ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[That wasn't injury related so it's fine.]

Judge. They are my friends, so I owe you a debt.

[insurgeont]

...There is not much you could do for me at this point. Do not concern yourself with it much.

[liveronhersleeve]

[Vaguely resigned, and completely without preamble -] Sorry about the viscera.

[insurgeont]

[ The neat thing about Ulaz not having any visible pupils is that it's not very obvious that he's double checking to see if Grim Eyes has a third eye hiding somewhere. ]

I am accustomed to viscera.

[ Part of the job, y'know? ]

[liveronhersleeve]

[Well, there's only two eyes here, and they've got enough definition that she's clearly rolling them.] And I've cleaned hundreds of kills, doesn't mean I'd enjoy that mess the garbage bears left.

[insurgeont]

There is very little here I have enjoyed. That is also something I am accustomed to.

[locktouching]

Heeeeeeey~

You look like hell. Which is appropriate here, I guess.

[insurgeont]

[ who the fuck are you again?

OK no he remembers who Niles is. ]

That is the human afterlife where those who have done wrong are punished, correct? It is certainly appropriate.

[locktouching]

Ahh... if only we had anything as fun as punishment going on here...

We are merely crowded and bored.

[insurgeont]

[ hell is other people??? Ulaz doesn't know that particular expression, alas. ]

Boredom can also be a form of punishment.

[suppressthedark]

[....Hi, Ulaz. Ichigo comes over - a little solemnly, his face set and sad -

And then slams a hardcover book into Ulaz's face, even though it's not as hard as he could do it.]

That's for Illya.

[But, once he's done punishing space doctor grandpa for killing someone, he just gives a sigh.]

...Nice seeing you again - or, uh...I wish I could say that.

[But you know, they're both dead - and stuck in invisibility.]

[insurgeont]

[ Look, Ulaz isn't about to just sit there and let himself get smacked in the face. He puts a hand up to block the incoming book. ]

If Illya has such a problem with my actions, she is welcome to come hit me herself.

[ Because quite frankly, he's getting pretty tired of getting shit for this from everybody but his actual victim! ]

[suppressthedark]

[Rude??? But hey, he tried.]

Maybe she will. I just thought I'd let you know how I felt about it.

[Still-]

...It was pretty dumb of them to vote out the only doctor we've got in this place. Kaiba probably would've been the better vote.