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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
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Day 11
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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))
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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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Rest while ye can and such.
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[he's give you headpats but y'know. it just goes right through her head.]
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I will also ask for cloth. I am not sure if it will work, but we are able to touch objects but not other people.
It may be possible to touch one through the cloth or another object.
[Ghost Science, hell yeah!]
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[more praise for Futayo-chan, a good child.]
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Judge. I will do that.
[Be ready for the weirdest post cause no context.]