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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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Yup. Still in
FrenchThat language Corrin doesn’t nderstand. ]no subject
What genre is he looking in?]
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[Checking out the romance section nearby, fondling his way through the books.]
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Meanwhile in romance, there's that puzzle book Minako burned earlier today, sans missing pages of the puzzle she sent before.]
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ACK--
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Would it work? He might take the time and open it to a page. He reads a particular spell. Will it be a dud? at least a candle-size flame in his hand? No?]
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[Checking out horror novels now, hoping to find something terrible.]
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...It's gonna hit Akira in the head. Have another book to the head, boy.
Off to the.... uh. Mystery section?]
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. . . STOP THROWING BOOKS.
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aaas far as the mystery section goes! It looks like someone's left their notebook here, actually? Despite being so fancy looking, leather-like cover in a rich purple with fancy designs at the edges, the very first page is just...a bad crayon drawing...of a corpse...???? Maybe????? A stick figure lying in a red puddle???? ...Is the red its hair???????]
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[Looms over Corrin's shoulder to see.]
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They don't look like anyone he knows. Thankfully. He shows Niles the pages. ]
Would be quite the diary if it was...
[Turns another page. Anymore weird drawings? ]
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The murder was committed by someone without an alibi.
The murder was committed by someone who anonymously chose not to retire from the game.
I did not commit this murder.
And then, a couple of pages ahead, in black:
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛? they were friends
⬛⬛⬛ wouldn't have trusted ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
Some of the pen is smudged...]
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I had some guesses but then realized the very same thing. I'm afraid they don't add up.
[He was mentally attempting a guess or two on what some lines could be.
We might want to hold onto this for now.
[But before he decides to close it and will take it (or hand to Niles to hold onto), Corrin turns another page in the notebook.
Anymore writings the two will find?? ]
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