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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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[it isn't a judgmental question. he just. . . wants to know]
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[ So, like, if anybody was expecting him to show any sort of guilt or remorse for what he did, they're in for some real bad disappointment. ]
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. . . I see.
Raccoons sure are great at backing us into corners.
[wry]
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[ But he hoped for it anyway, because sometimes he's an idiot like that. ]
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You'll leave this place alive. Along with everyone else who was brought here against their will.
I'll make sure of that.
[already made sure of that, with his incentive. his motive. although the raccoons' threat doesn't make him feel better about it. . .]
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The raccoons made themselves very clear. After you, any murderer who is caught and executed will not receive their "carrots." I had already died before I was brought here. The first carrot I received was an offer to restore my life to me. I had thought that if I merely survived to the end of the game, I could keep it regardless, but....
[ That isn't what happened. ]
It's pointless to think about that now.
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You don't think my own carrot would override that?
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[incidentally enough. despite having made a deal to bring back the dead with them]
But there's something else I'm counting on, too.
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. . . I think there's a way for us to get out of here, without using my incentive.
["without using his incentive" causes him to wince a bit. if they don't need it, then why did he kill Erika? but it's true]
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...But which door?
[ The one with all the stupid puzzle bullshit connected to it seems the obvious choice, but they already opened that one and it didn't really accomplish much at all. ]
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That one.
Which may be behind several more puzzle doors, come to think of it.
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And just like before, the answers are probably here. Not on the other side.
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That's right, you have been sending us the answers. How did you find them?
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In the books, mostly. The answer to the cat piano puzzle, for instance, was on the re-shelving cart. The first letter of each book there spelled out a score for you guys to play.
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An experiment on how easily bonds are broken in high stress environments where survival is everyone's number one goal?
With everyone at each other's throats because of the murders, it's no wonder that the ten winners would leave without rescuing the dead.
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[FUCK THE RACCOONS]
. . . I know Shuichi said something similar, just the other week. But he came from a game where the hope of escape was part of the show.
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[at least then they aren't filling people with false hope]