graveyard

[mygod]

Graveyard

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the town

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post one

Welcome to Deda

So, you're dead. Sucks!

Except you might not feel dead—after what feels like a long brush with dreamless sleep, you wake up in a quaint hole: a coffin in an uncovered grave, blanketed in fog. Entombed with you are any personal items (unless they're trial evidence, sorry), and a strange feeling of... lightness? Whatever corruption was in your blood seems to have cleared away with your death, and your injuries are healed, besides any cool scars and lingering aches.

Once you make your way out, a quiet, verdant graveyard (literal) awaits you. You could take a look around the various locations, but the same fog that greeted you surrounds this place, keeping you from venturing too far outside of the town limits.

Still, you may as well get yourself situated. You're not done yet.

Welcome to the graveyard! Here's a quick primer:

You are dead. However, characters are healed of their critical injuries; they may keep any scars or lingering pains that you like. Additionally, they are no longer corrupted. The monstrous force inside you has subsided; this means characters will no longer have powers, etc.

● Setting ● The graveyard has the overall look and feel of a small New England town from the '90s; characters can travel any of the Graveyard Locations, fenced in by fog and forests. But the fog makes this place otherworldly, and strangely permeable. Maybe you can influence your surroundings?

● Living Watch ● Where there are screens, you can view the living side. This includes televisions at the bar, Heaven's Night, and in the apartment lobby—you may even spot a passing glimpse of them in a mirror or glass of water. Only public gatherings like mingles, trial, etc, can be seen and heard this way.

● Items ● Personal inventory transfers over to the graveyard, including items that may be stolen during trial. The only items that stay on the living side are ones that are voluntarily given away. Thursday victims will receive their items in their rooms on Sunday, after Execution. Those who arrive any other day will have their items in their grave with them.

● Injuries and Death ● Characters can still be injured and die here. While characters do not stay dead, please let the mods know if it does happen, so we can inform you of how it works.

● Audiences ● You can audience Death in person, but none of the other NPCs are currently available. You can ignore the note section and go to the apartment penthouse directly to visit, or meet him wherever.

● Effects and Events ● Weekly effects still hit the graveyard, and you may use items on the living unless otherwise noted. Mini-events will go up at the same time as their living counterparts. CYOAs are still available for our sweet deda.

● OOC Notes ● Alluding to the fact that the graveyard exists OOCly is okay, but please keep details of what it looks like, what happens here, plot, et cetera, to yourselves. Feel free to ask the mods if you're not sure about anything!

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w0, sunday

[intrapid]

[ SITS UP SO FAST SO MANY HOURS LATER

"Characters can still be injured and die here. While characters do not stay dead, please let the mods know if it does happen, so we can inform you of how it works."

erin come here ]

[shirtbag]

[ finally sees that red hair in the fog after looking for a while ]

Karma! That you?

[intrapid]

[ This isn't Erin... It's something scarier, though, somebody who is supposed to be dead, who almost killed or injured so many people, who haunted so many of Karma's nights he almost wonders if he's still asleep.

His answer to Boothill is a fighting stance, hands loose at his side, ready to fight for his life(?) ]

[shirtbag]

[ there's the response he expected. erin, nona, pickles, and ichiban had all taken him well. he forgot that they won't all be like that.

boothill freezes where he is and slowly holds up his hands. a plastic bag hangs from his arm, heavy with its contents. ]

Easy there. I ain't gonna hurt ya'.

[intrapid]

[ The distrust coming off of him is almost palpable: the last person he'd been with, he also didn't believe was going to hurt him, but then look what happened. so much happened!!! he can still just barely breathe. his gaze is sharp, following Boothill's movements, the plastic bag hanging from his arm. ]

Set that down on the ground. Slowly. Keep your hands up and take ten steps back.

[segnale]

[this is about as expected

nona is not thinking about any of that though as she runs towards him.]

Karma!

[intrapid]

Nona!

[ Holds his arms out... me squeezing the last few hours of affection week for Karma to pull her into a hug if she gets too close. the whiplash is so funny because as far as he knows, Nona is alive and he is alive and this is what makes sense. ]

[segnale]

[help anyway she doesn't even need affection week SINCE KARMA IS RECEPTIVE TO IT SHE WILL GO FOR THE HUG]

[intrapid]

[ It's a warm, tight hug, if a little awkward in the way hugs can be if somebody isn't used to giving them or knowing when to let go ]

[wolftonic]

[ he's chilling in the cemetery, just waiting. ]

...Karma?

[intrapid]

[




you know that socially awkward moment when somebody knows your name but you don't remember who they are so you don't know how to respond? this is like that ]

[wolftonic]

[ this is so funny i love you karma

he'll get up and limp over to him anyway. ]

I'm Death. Are you feeling okay?

[intrapid]

[ Death limps towards him and Karma steps back, step for step ]

No. I saw you dead.

[tactic]

And there he is. Now everyone is present and accounted for.

[ LONG TIME NO SEE ]

[intrapid]

[ HELP Aventurine gets the Boothill treatment, in that Karma looks as if he will clock him in the face if he takes even one step closer to him ]

How dare you.

[tactic]

[ OKAY, well, unlike Boothill, Aventurine will continue to advance. ]

How dare I what?

[rimet]

[ Pickles drops off a piece of wrapped grape flavored candy at Karma's feet and then toddles off. ]

[intrapid]

[ Don't just—-

So, Boothill and Aventurine he gets, because he saw both of them dead. Nona he gets because she and him are both alive. But Pickles? Schrodinger's Pickles??

Karma has long legs; he can run faster than Pickles can toddle ]

Pickles? Is that you?

[rimet]

[ help schrodinger's pickles...

Karma can certainly run faster than Pickles than toddle, and Pickles helps that by stopping when he hears Karma walking towards him. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy says that its name is Pickles and tells you that you shouldn't waste its candy. ]

[underinworld]

[Oh hey, it's the kid.

Erin probably is the one who sees him first, calling out to him from the other side of the verdant cemetery]

There you are, finally, was starting to wonder you got lost along the way! We got a lot to get straight here. With words, not with a rock to the face.

[Hey, Karma, is death treating you well]

[intrapid]

[ It really is not! at first it was good, he'd woken up and probably just turned around and went right back to zzzzing until I got off work, but now he's woken up and rudely so ]

You...!

[ Rock to the face is still pending. he looks around for one in the dirt as he struggles to his feet ]

What the hell did you do?

[underinworld]

I don't know, guess I got to feel how some fish monster decided I was great real estate for murdering others!

I was looking for you because I--

[Erin sighs]

I'm sorry. Sorry that happened.

[frotag]

[ GONNA JUST SAY AFTER BOTH OF THEM HAVE GOTTEN THEIR AFFAIRS (mostly?) IN ORDER (???) so they're not filled with murderous intent (?????). ]

Hey, kid.

[ ichiban can't truthfully say he's thrilled to see karma, but... a kid's still a kid. ]

[intrapid]

[ the affairs are in shambles but boothill's managed to placate karma with donuts and he's already eating his way through his third package ]

Hey.

[ offers him a mini donut? there's little sugar can't fix. ]

[frotag]

[ . . . he will Take and immediately shove it into his mouth. ]

Welcome to Zone 2 of Murderville. How're you hangin' in there?