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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?]
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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))
Day 17
[She's just watching.]
...I wish that glass had broke sooner...
[Priorities. It's fine Erika is here like the rest of them.]
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Ichigo, you idiot.]
Glass?
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The tunnel glass. Some of the fish in there looked nicer than the ones in the pond.
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Ah. That is disappointing. I never got to see it, really.
... well, alive anyway.
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Ah... it does sound nice...
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Those were the only ones who aske-Ah! Akechi-dono spoke to me as well, but he did not ask.
I told Akira when he came to see me. He kept asking if Erika-dono had told me to do it, then he said that he was worried the others would vote for me. I do not understand why, but he started crying when I told him that I had already voted for myself... [She pauses to think.]
...Shuichi-dono asked later, and he told the others.
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Akira-kun cried because he didn't want someone he was fond of to die in such a way. That's all.
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He and the others said I should make my own choices, even if it is something that others would think of as the wrong choice.
[That has nothing to do with feelings.]
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[Processing...]
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So, in other words, you'd rather there be a chance to see him alive again? Why is that?
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And she's just going to plonk herself down and cross her legs, cause it is now thinking time.]
...Because ghosts cannot touch living creatures or other ghosts. And then Ichigo-dono would be upset as well.
I also promised to teach him how to cook. Ghosts struggle to eat most food types...
[She misses food.]
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Isn't this just another way of saying you miss being able to be with them?
Then, doesn't it make sense that Akira-kun felt the same way about it? He knew he would miss being able to be with you, and it made him sad. So he cried.
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[Congratulations you made her have a feeling. She draws her legs up to rest her chin on them, and stare at the floor.]
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sitting next to her, though.]
It's okay to cry, you know. Even Furudo-san did.
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I cannot do that. Father told me I have to be strong because this world is too harsh...
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... I had a boss like that once. But I think your father probably meant well with it.
But I don't think it's necessarily weak to allow oneself a moment of weakeness. Wouldn't you say a person who feels confident enough to cry is someone who is quite strong?
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[He had the best intentions then someone else told her a bad thing.]
Crying makes it harder to see, and can cause changes to how you breathe. It does not solve anything...
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It might not change anything. But it might solve some things.
[taps at his chest]
Those ugly things that can linger and fester.
Not only that. You've already made the ultimate sacrifice for your cause. The battle's over. Wouldn't now be the time to allow for that sort of weakness?
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[Guess her plans if they get out.]
As my spirit still lingers, I am capable of continuing my duties.
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