mygod | graveyard

Graveyard

the town

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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[ the confirmation of his weakness makes his shoulders sag, but the disappointment isn't quite there. it's just confirmation, after all; he always knew he was weak ]

Is it a property of this place? If everybody is able to come here and get rid of their monsters, that might be best. We can start over on this side.

[ tpk game let's goooooooo ]

[ NO karma I would die for you? It's still affection week so he'll attempt to put a hand on his shoulder. ]

...Let's not rush to conclusions. We can't confirm it's a property of this town, because we haven't learned enough about it yet.

Or are you just in a hurry to see them again? [ the living ]

[ nehan gets a surprised little shoulder jolt for his efforts, but at least karma doesn't shrug him off ]

I do want to see them again. I need to make sure they're all safe.

They are for now. There's still some time left.

[ he glances around the cemetery for anything reflective, before just drawing an empty vial from his holster. it's a small image, but you can see glimpses of the dead in it anyway. ]

You can spot them from here, if it would assuage your concerns some.

[ "for now" everybody here is so pessimistic he hates it actually, especially when nehan pulls out the vial and karma's first instinct is to look inside of it before realizing it's the surface that's moving ]

...I think I'm more concerned, now.

[ on one hand, it's great, relieving to see people out there safe and alive. he taps on the surface, as if that'd make more people post to the public mingle so he can snoop.

on the other hand, though, this is so sketch, this feels illegal somehow ]

[ yeah sorry even their dog is a nihilist ]

...Let's set aside the issues with personal privacy for now.

[ IT'S SKETCHY BUT IT WORKS ]

[ it works but at what cost!!! ]

Sure, but we're going to have to revisit that later. That cult of yours doesn't live in a place like this, do they? Able to see our every move, just like this?

They can see most things, which is why we have to be careful about any mass gatherings and public disruption. It'd draw their attention. But most day-to-day observation was left to us, the overseers.

...Though I've seen no indication that we're being watched here. If anything, no one can reach us at all. [ Different problem. ]

Not even with your crows? Or the cats? -—no, cats wouldn't work.

[ he can just imagine tying a letter to a cat. it'd lie down and nap for 16 hours and then eat his paper. ]

The crows are unremarkable. The cats are... uncooperative.

[ he expects no help whatsoever from the creatures here. ]

We can look for another way to reach them. Maybe we can help from here.

We have to, or what good are we?

[ that's easier said than done, he knows, he knows. ]

I'll keep thinking about it. Maybe I'll take another walk through the fog- your place and ours were connected through the fog, maybe it's the same for this one?

...Don't talk like that.

Don't tell me it's useless to keep trying. The world out there is endless; we won't know until we've walked every step.

No. I mean, it's not just about how much you contribute. You're still... worth something.

[ ... ]

It probably isn't useless. We just have to keep looking.

[ doubt etches itself across his face. a waste of space, a waste of energy, what good is he if he can't give back everything that he took and more? ]

...yeah. We can't sit around and do nothing while everybody is still in danger.

[ karma is still stupidly tall so this is silly, but he'll pat his head. ]

We won't. If we're here, away from cult eyes and separated from your monsters, it's for a reason.

Even if I suggest caution, I don't mean giving up. ...We have to work hard. And smart.

[ he hates affection week so much, the way he dips his head to be patted more comfortably before realizing and going wait. ]

Not everything happens for a reason. But even if it's a happy coincidence, I'll take it.

[ PATS HIM PATS HIM PATS HIM ]

What are you acting all tough for...

I'm not!

[ he's not!!!! he's just fuckin mortified at being patted like pickles ]

[ he showed up on the last day of affection week and must suffer for it. but nehan ruffles his hair and leaves it at that to spare him any more embarrassment. ]

I know you're eager to help everyone, but get some rest.

I've been out for how many days already?

[ thursday night until sunday evening, that's plenty of time to rest, despite like he wants to take another 4 day dirt nap already ]

It's Sunday now. But that doesn't count. It's like saying you're waking up well-rested from a coma.

Yeah.

[ that's exactly it! glad he gets it ]

Wrong.

[ NO ]

You're the one who said it!

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