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

[flamingprick]

[At some point during the day. Rin will be pushing as many of the beanbag chairs as he can get his hands on into a big circle. Then he's grabbing a couple books and using them to attempt to corral people over to the beanbag chairs. He's also going to address as many people as he can too.]

Okay. So we've got a day to breathe here, according to the raccoons, so we're gonna take advantage of that. Go sit down, and we're all gonna talk about all the crap that's bothering us right now.

[GROUP THERAPY TIME]

[locktouching]

[Flops into a bean bag chair.]

Oh, you want me to speak openly? I'm afraid I might burn your cute little ears off if I do.

[flamingprick]

[Ugh there's that word again.]

I'm fireproof, idiot! Fire demon, remember?

[locktouching]

Well how about you start? Do you expect everyone to give you details of their tragic pasts and darkest feelings, without getting something in return first? A trade is only fair.

[liveronhersleeve]

[Grim Eyes is not going to dignify this with actually sitting down or anything, but -]

Yeah, there's something bothering me, and it's called "a man expecting me to talk about my feelings."

[flamingprick]

...you really count me as a man?

[He's 16 and still technically a kid, this is important to him.]

[liveronhersleeve]

What, aren't you?

[She's like. 98% sure he's male. And he's kind of shrimpy but he's not a little kid.]

[suppressthedark]

[Cutting in because ?????]

What, don't feel like sharing?

...And why would it matter if Rin's male?

[liveronhersleeve]

I know it's been a long month, and if you need to talk about things, that's fine. I know males can be delicate. [She's... not even defensive. She sounds like she's trying to be supportive.]

[fineprinted]

[ TSUMUGI IS REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE LOL where is dazai-san when you need him?!

so he's just going to fidget in his seat ]

I-I don't think I can talk about... things... here. I'm sorry.

[flamingprick]

Then don't talk about 'those things!' You don't gotta spill every little thing that's ever bothered you here. But you can talk about how we had the shittiest food ever for like two weeks that that really sucked.

[fineprinted]

We did? I can barely remember... The food here was bland though so I understand what you mean.

[chosemyfate]

[Well. He's going to be curious. Have a small dragon plopping in the beanbag. Grab the blanket and pet the dragon or have it in your lap. Therapy dragon since we can't get a dog in here. ]

How would we even start?

[flamingprick]

[DRAGONFRIEND]

Let's start by finding something we all hate and then saying it sucks together! Nothing brings people together like disliking the same thing.

[chosemyfate]

.... [UH. GOOD QUESTION. Well, one of his dislikes is selfish people, but. *gestures at Hiyori*]

It's safe to assume it's unanimous for everyone to want the raccoons on the end of a sword or something else very sharp?

[suppressthedark]

[Walks over....

Hears what Rin just said.

....

Walks to the other side of the room

Nnnnnope]

[flamingprick]

[Shouting across the room at him:]

I'll give you a free pass since we already had the feelings talk!

[suppressthedark]

GEE, THANKS!

[He's just gonna go read a book, okay? Okay.]

[cw_suicide]

[what if.

just roll off of his beanbag chair

and just continues to roll toward the book stacks

instead?]

[flamingprick]

You can't roll away from your problems, Dazai!

[cw_suicide]

[THEY SEE ME ROLL', THEY HATIN']

[purrtagonist]

[halfway during this therapy session, from across the room]

-- DAMN IT.






[that's it, that's his contribution]

[flamingprick]

[WELP

Gonna just. Go over an investigate now.]

What happened, realized something important?

[respendent]

[ Hiyori looks like he's been waiting for someone to ask. Immediately launches into a list: ]

Yes, yes! I will certainly share mine with the group! For one thing, everyone insists on being vulgar and no one is properly respectful of me! For another, there's nowhere to go shopping! The dorms didn't provide proper sized beds mattresses! Ichigo-kun failed to procure fresh berries for a berry sauce! There is no music with which to practice here! And the large colorful rats have the worst taste in magazines I have ever seen!

[ For someone who is complaining, he sounds awfully pleased with his list. He's also not stopping.

Someone make him stop. ]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Raises hand, waves hand- pick me, pick meee!]

Nothing is bothering me at the current moment in time. Though Ichigo-dono said that I should be bothered that my Father and Kazuno helped overload the Ley Line reactor and stayed in the blast area...

[Just causally stated. Like she isn't upset at losing her family.]