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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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He did. You'll probably notice he's gone very quiet while everyone else argues. Silence is a sign of guilt and anxiety for murderers trying to hide themselves. And if there weren't louder personalities taking all the attention away, it'd probably be more noticeable.
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[ yeah ]
Hiyori-kun getting too much attention to himself isn't helping either. I thought our hints are enough to point out who really did us in...!
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But I guess Rin-kun isn't very confident in his ability to actually talk me down, or they completely don't understand that you rejected my idle suicidal offerings at the beginning...
Then of course, there's people misunderstanding what it means to be suicidal as we are.
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[ looks down. ]
I used to have those thoughts on the daily and I still do, to be honest. I've done so many terrible things in the past that maybe I'm better off as a bug if I do die and on the off-chance that reincarnation really is a thing. But when I found my happiness with my new unit, I didn't have any reason for me to die as much anymore.
I just... [ covers his face in utter shame ] I just wish that I could've been stronger, so that Will hadn't-- and this all wouldn't have...!
[ mMMMMMM yeah he's crying softly now ]
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and he can't even paff the floof hair to comfort.
though he does make the half-hearted incorporeal attempt.]
It's all right, Tsumugi-kun. This isn't your fault. The only fault it is is the person who would do such a thing to people weaker than them.
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That's true, but I never should've brought you with me, knowing that you were also doing your best to get out of that train of thought as well. I made things even worse for us and for everyone else on the other side and soon Hiyori-kun would join us here and --
Is Will really going to get away with all this?!
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We don't know anything for certain yet. Things are still developing. And there's still a bit of time left.
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I'll have some choice words for certain people trying to play detective with Hiyori-kun, that's for certain.
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...Oh my god. Two of them?!