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Graveyard

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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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[When Erin hears the door shut down, she turns around immediately, and is caught off guard by all those chains and locks. Well, Karma sure isn't going to kick those down...]

Oh. Fantastic. This needs so many keys.

[She informs, examining the locks. Either that or a skeleton key, but...well, the fact this appeared all of a sudden and what not is a clear sign of magical shenanigans afoot. She sighs]

We're not getting out the way we came from. Keep an eye out for anything dangerous -- if all this appeared in the blink of an eye, so can something lethal.

[Maybe spikes will pop from the walls at any moment, for all we know! Better get moving, and first and foremost Erin considers possible escape routes. Any windows in this place?]

[ HE REALLY SHOULD HAVE JUST TURNED AROUND AND LEFT WHILE HE COULD. alas... ]

We don't need keys. [ he squints at the state of the door now, but despite hating magic, he doesn't actually look all that concerned. ] Look, there's a peephole and a mail slot: those weaken the integrity of the door itself already. All those chains and bolts don't matter either if the hinges are weak. There's probably windows around here, and, if all else fails, I'll just kick down a wall.

[ So we're fine, no worries. Karma leaves Erin to consider alternate escape routes, while he looks around the room itself. What's in the storage chest? if he flicks on the television, what's the last channel that was on? what sort of food is in the fridge... ]

[ erin can believe him if she wants, but from her perspective, the door really does look solidly shut. the chains are bolted on in so many places. is he lying to her? would he do that?

there are some windows in the living area, which she can go take a look at. outside is the town of... actually these are some really dirty windows. it's hard to tell what's out there, beyond a thick blanket of fog just outside and the grime. but she can see the ground, at least. it's a ways away. not a good distance to fall. and also—the window won't even open, locked tight, with the actual locking mechanism broken into place.

for karma, first, the storage chest. inside are two silver medallions and a candle. he can take these for himself or share with erin, if he likes. sticking to the living room for now, he can also turn on the television: it starts off on whatever this is.

inside the fridge is... a choccy milk! ]

I'm all for kicking down a wall. Screw the integrity of the building. If it didn't want to get broken, it shouldn't have locked us in.

[We just break out of this apartment and accidentally cause a quarter of the building to just collapse a little.

The sight of fog is enough to make Erin step back]

Fog. Oh flip, fog hasn't meant something good since we got dragged into Scawwy.

[Welp, we got into trouble, Karma! Misfortune has struck.

Better try to find out who this apartment belongs to, then. Portraits, names, notes, anything that could indicate whose place this is]

[ oh hell yeah, the choccy milk is his, unless it's expired and/or poisoned but why would you do that!!!! anyways, if karma doesn't immediately die drinking choccy milk, he makes it 27 seconds into the show and then turns the tv back off. we're going to pretend that never happened. ]

It's just weather, Erin. We're by a lake and everything, so it's only natural. [ shut up, erin, we're fine, we're totally fine. ] But hey, take a look at this.

[ a candle's just a candle, so he keep that in his pocket. he's not sure what to make of the medallions, though, so he tosses one to miss occult over there. what do they look like? shiny? pretty? he might give his to nona later if they don't turn out to be evil or something. ]

[ the apartment is... very bland. whoever lives or lived here doesn't spend a whole lot of their allowance on interior design. there is a bookshelf, with a red note sticking out of it.

and hell yeah! choccy milk! it's cool and delicious and not poisoned, somehow. the television refuses to turn off now, but that's fine, it's background noise. the medallion has a cross on it, and the picture of an unnamed saint on the back; they look more holy than occult, but they can both keep one.

he can also have a lighter from the kitchen for the candle by the way. otherwise, looks like he's done a decent job scouring the immediate area. something is wrong with the wall behind erin, though. the wallpaper seems to be warping a little, like water damage might affect a ceiling. ]

[I saw that description of the medallion and looked at the rosaries I have hanging from my wrist. They sure have discs that look like that]

Seems...the opposite of bad. Probably keep one with you, it shouldn't hurt.

[Maybe won't hurt. It's not going to give them a horrible curse, at least.

Oh, a red note! Time to stick her nose into this! Let's try to take that note.

Given the proximity to Erin, she probably saw the wallpaper warping a little]

Looks like you might have a try at breaking a wall sooner than expected, Karma.

[Break with caution!]

[ i see. he needs lucas to die so he can explain medallions to him.

Give him a sec to mute the television/kick in its screen if it refuses to shut up, because he doesn't need this bgm right now. Candle and lighter in his pocket, choccy milk in his hand, he wanders over to where Erin is and looks up at the wallpaper too. ]

Haha, gross... Might be black mold or something up there, so get something to cover your face. I'll break it down when you're ready.

[ finishes his milk, tosses it into a wastebin if there's one anywhere, pulls his shirt collar over his nose and mouth and (sorry Daan) brings his wrapped fist back to punch a hole through the wall ]

[ erin checks out this sweet sweet note while karma destroys our adorable puppet show tv. the screen does crack and the whole thing smokes a little, which makes the audio play at about 25% original and 75% unpleasant, low white noise. but anyway, the note. it says:

We've been stuck here for weeks. It doesn't make any sense, but there's an exit in the bathroom—for now, that's what we're going to have to go, even if it's filled with ■■■■■■■. Ugh. I didn't ask for any of this.

it's signed with, strangely, her own signature.

i'm going to play it very safe and put a mild cw: trypophobia here. anyway, karma can continue his property destruction. he punches the wall! this is going to hurt a bit. but maybe less than it should, because it feels rather—fleshy. little mounds of flesh protrude outwards from the wall, growing out from beneath the wallpaper like mold, hollow-eyed; the tiny figures reach out to grasp his fist, even as their limbs are molded to their bodies, straining against the wall to reach him. their tiny hands burn like hot tar. ]

[oh god fleshy we are back on the helly belly.

She had covered the lower half of her face with her arm, while she read the note. Erin is quite puzzled by her signature on that note. It's a bit of a ray of hope, really, since it speaks of the bathroom as a potential way out]

I might have a way out. If what's behind that wall isn't something we can take--

[And she sees the, the, well, that!

Depending on how Karma fares, he if needs it she can pull back from his clothes, away from the wall. If you don't want that then feel free to have that not happen, yup! Up to you, Ori]

-—ugh!

[ HELP yeah, Erin wrenches Karma away from the wall while he's too busy standing there in the shock of his skin almost becoming goop with how hot and sticky the wall felt in his fist, if Daan hadn't insisted on him keeping them wrapped. but also, god damn. what the fuck. the medallions didn't do shit. ]

What the hell is this...?

[ gross!! he's going to stalk away and cause some more property damage to vent his frustrations, aka break off a table leg and use that to drive through the wall like a polearm. ]

"When something looks off, you know it's time to snoop in," wasn't it? Well, you're right. We're not walking away now.

[ gross! together they can pull away, even with the sucking, tar-like grip that these babies have. the wall also shrieks as it's stabbed, a dozen simultaneous and overlapping cries of children. speaking of the medallion though, it actually does do something—it trembles when he gets close to the wall again. presuming he stays near it, the medallion continues to shake.

more than being staked with a table leg, this seems to make the horrible baby wall recede. the lights flicker, and the room returns to normalcy. karma's medallion feels a little more fragile, in its current state.

there is a knock at the door.

and then there is the bathroom. what next, my sweet gy family ]

I know what I said!

[Welp, that was...somehow she kind of expected some hole to open up after the wall of horrible things receded, but it seems there's none. There's a knock at the door. Will that be worth dealing with, though? With all those chains and locks, opening it might be difficult.

But there's the peephole]

Here, just so you know the plan.

[She passes Karma the note indicating a possible way out through the bathroom, and then approaches the entrance door.

The mail slot is something to be wary about, too. Trying to keep her distance from it, Erin tries to look through the peephole, trying to look outside and see what's knocking at the door]

[ Karma breathes out, nearly dropping the table leg when he tries to clamp his hands over his ears against the wailing, but he keeps the piece of wood close. ineffective as it might be, it's a weapon in a place he hadn't thought he needed one, but at least he knows better now and will be on guard to whap any new babies that show up. points at his eyes, points at the peephole. ]

Careful.

[ he tucks the note away in his back pocket, next to the candle and— ...the lighter... The lighter he takes out, and flicks to ignite the flame and keep it at the ready, waiting for Erin to report what's out there. ]

[ erin can look out the peephole. the door is very locked and secure, so whatever is out there probably can't come in anyway. though the person outside doesn't look terribly threatening—not with the grievous injury speared through him, the ways his fingertips are split open and bloody. it's karma, but he looks afraid, like he's in a state—exactly like he was the night he died. he scrapes and knocks against the door, voice muffled. maybe he doesn't even know who he's looking right in the eye, just calling for anyone who might help him. that's what she sees out the peephole.

of course, the real karma can't see this; he just feels the heat of the lighter. just a normal lighter! meanwhile, both of their medallions will start to buzz. something drips in the kitchen. the television music starts to become clearer again.

the medallions buzz a little more. ]

......!

[Well that's a sight. Erin inhales sharply, feeling the guilt when she sees again some images she sure would have wanted not to see. After a moment, she just...steps away from the doorway, paler]

Door-to-door insurance salesman. Anyway, we have to get out of here now.

[Obviously a lie, but she hopes that the fact she avoided telling him what exactly was out there is enough of a sign he shouldn't find out exactly what it is -- and the environment feeling more active and the medallions vibrating are a bad sign! Come on, Karma, to the bathroom!]

Edited 2024-06-27 05:50 (UTC)

[ There stands just a normal middle school student. Blood and tears masking half his face, pale gold eyes wandering wild, blind. thick dark blood soaks through his front and his back to pool at his feet, one arm trying to hold his guts inside while the other claws at the door with desperate but weakening scritch-scratches that even Karma can hear, standing where he is behind Erin. She can't hear his voice, but she can see his lips move, how they form the word "help," "i'm scared," "please, somebody help me..."

Erin is given a second chance, and she would leave him there to die a second time.

...

Karma does not move. Erin can, if she wants, but he stays. The lighter in his hand is hot. He eyes the hinges to the door, shifts his weight between his feet. ]

[ erin probably just has the good sense to know a curse when she sees one—or at least when their protective medallions suggest it. but she does have to make a choice, about whether to get karma to move, or to leave without him.

the lighter in karma's hand really will burn him. maybe in a clarifying way, for how normal it is, actually. because everything else around them is not normal; neither of them will need any help recognizing how wrong the apartment turns. the drip at the faucet gets stronger, filling the sink with a chunky murk of liquid. the walls wrinkle like skin. the television noise grows louder and clearer and clearer. the karma outside their door pounds against the door with strength a dying boy shouldn't have, his eyes turning black with ooze.

from the ceiling, the same, dark ooze starts to dribble in. where it touches them, it burns with a cursed energy—it scorches and feels like rot, like the spread of something awful. they will feel their medallions vibrate to the point of shattering under the strain of warding off evils here; they won't last that much longer. ]

[Karma not moving makes Erin stop on the doorway to the bathroom. She glances inside for a moment, and loudly groans]

This can't be happening!

[Is he shocked because he's hearing his own voice from behind the door over there? Not knowing his thoughts, she just shouts from there, nervously glancing at the bathroom like she fears it'll collapse and block them off forever]

Karma, whatever is out there is not you. You are here. You are not outside. It. Is. Not. You. This place obviously wants to ruin us. Hell, if it wasn't for how that note hinted at an exit, I'd have taken it with a lot of caution. You got a wall of weird flesh babies trying to attack you, this place is out to get us.

If I have to physically drag you out of here so you don't double die in some flat of horrors then I will, damn it! Get moving!

[She really hopes she won't have to try to drag him because that's going to increase the odds of not escaping, she's sure. Getting him to move by himself will have to do]

[ He knows it's not him out there. After all, he's standing right here, hot wax on blistering skin. Instead his thoughts are on death: it goes "ah, there he is again," death of a thousand faces and isn't it funny that it's his own that stares at him from the other side of the peephole, nothing but a few inches of rotting wood in between them. ]

Erin.

[ He steps away from the door, but doesn't turn around to join Erin. Thinking. ]

"We've been stuck here for weeks." That's what that note said— it doesn't sound like it's going to be as easy as just climbing out the bathroom window. 'sides, it also said something else was inside there, and you and I both know better than to blindly trust any little thing written on a suspicious piece of paper.

[ Even if it's written in Erin's hand? he doesn't know that, but would he be more or less suspicious if he did? The entire apartment smells of rot. It crawls along the floor, laps at his feet, hisses when it touches and eats at the soles of his shoes. He does not move. Thinking, thinking... ]

[ the room grows more and more hostile. a crack slithers through the medallions as they strain. even with their presence, more starts to ooze into the room; the walls warp, the patterns in them looking like faces, afeared and agonized. the creepy little baby hands reach out like they're stuck beneath a layer of plaster. the ooze drips down the wall and sizzles when it fits furniture, or their skin. some of it lands on erin's shirt, which it will burn though, and it will hurt. karma can probably hear the sizzle, even if he's not looking. more drips around them, rising from the carpet and tile, overflowing the sink.

a figure starts to crawl out of the broken television. a dark hand, slapping against the floor. pulling itself out, slowly.

meanwhile, the bathroom is in a little hallway, very close to the front door, actually.

by the way, is karma burning the candle, or just using the lighter? ]

[That burns! Pretty badly! Erin can't hold back a scream, out of reflex trying to wipe off with a hand that, so in addition she also is burning her hand, whooops. This is enough to keep her busy and stop her from trying to grab Karma to drag him along.]

The bathroom is looking like less of a horror movie than the rest of this place, Karma! It might not stay like that for long!

[If the burning ooze begins like flowing from the toilet and the guy from Psycho appears from the shower area we probably will be very doomed. At times like these Erin wonders why she's trying to get this kid to come along.

With some luck, burning the candle can buy a little bit of time, but who knows, who knows!]

[ He startles when he hears Erin's scream, yanking his hand away from where he'd been reaching towards the door handle to give it a wiggle. ]

I know, but...!

[ but he hates having to retreat, especially when there's something out there he can fight- something physical he can beat up and drag answers out of. but then he sees those FUCKIN' BABY HANDS!!! and you know what??? that's what snaps Karma out of this, the pure unadulterated indignation of being face to face with this curse that's haunted him for so long. (who did this to him. he WILL find you.) ]

...damnit. Fine. Fine! Run for it! I have your back!

[ it takes a monumental effort to turn around and leave, as if his feet were stuck fast to the tarry floor, but he follows after Erin, broken table leg at the ready to bash into the dark figure crawling out of the television. he does not, though, swing at it yet. for reasons.

but the flame from the lighter goes out and he sticks it back in his pocket next to the unlit candle which he never even thought of using in the first place, because he's more of a fighting-adventure video gamer and not a genre savvy horror RPGmaker gamer. ]

[ i love that of all things in this hellish room the breaking point is more baby hands

they can leave the other karma at the door, he can't really be heard and the knocking has stopped by now. he's probably fine. anyway, the figure from the television is crawling along the ground, chasing them now. it is dark and wet and skinless, shuffling after them with a horrible scream. it isn't the fastest thing in the world, but it will still catch up to karma if he isn't moseying pretty quickly along, and it is stronger than it looks.

erin will have to deal with more deeply cursed ooze coming from the ceiling and baby hands, but since she's going for the bathroom—she will see a giant hole in the wall. it's easily wide enough for the both of them to go through, though it doesn't actually lead out into the hallway. it's just... a hole. it is too dark and long to know what awaits at the other side. there are runic letters around the edges, all around the circumference of it, suggesting magic.

enter the hole? ]

[At any other time she'd have done a few things to try to see if it'd be safe to step in there, but right now? She's a little too rattled for that. It's hard to keep your composure when you're in pain and surrounded by pretty messed up things]

This is such a bad idea.

[But they're running out of time and options]

Better keep that lighter with you, kid...

[She's letting Karma keep that lighter. Without a light of her own and a lot of apprehension, she steps into the hole, moving like she's trying to figure out if at any moment the ground will crumble and open a bottomless pit beyond this hole in the wall.

At this point she just expects that, really!]

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