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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Comments

[residentflorist]

[she'll take the hand but can she try to hug him actually? this might be more for her benefit than his. also. your bandages. sir.]

These aren't promising, you know. [worry-fuss, but lightly.]

[intrapid]

[ she can and he will let her, though she can feel the way his shoulders jolt violently at her touch, the way he hesitantly and awkwardly hugs her back but it's a loose hug, as if physical touch itself were painful. which it might be, considering the bandages. ]

I know. Three people again... Who was responsible for yours?

[ he will kill them? he will kill them. ]

[residentflorist]

[she's going to stress out about his injuries, god. she doesn't hug for too long at least, but her hand does move up to pet through his hair instead as if that'll be less painful for him. she looks at the screen, though her expression gives no tells.]

...a friend. [she seems sad about it, actually.] And for their sake, I hope they find them.

[intrapid]

[ it does, and she can see the relief on his face when she moves her hand. she can also see the persistent discoloration around his left eye that looks more stabbed this time than shot like it was when he died last week. his eyes are bright, though, both of them as he looks at her. ]

So they don't kill again like Iwatooshi did? Who is it, Aerith?

[residentflorist]

[why does this kid keep getting his eyes damaged. she'll just keep doing that though.]

Well not only that, but because they were afflicted. They wouldn't have done this otherwise. [but she frowns.] ...if I tell you, and they find them, can you promise me you won't hurt them?

[she's. aware. of what kind of person karma is. she's not going to say he can't be mad (and also can't actually stop him if that person shows up and is fine being beat up) but worth a try.]

[intrapid]

[




god, the way he can't just answer this right away, because he knows himself, knows his propensity for violence, the lack of impulse in the face of certain things like sOMEBODY KILLING DEAR SWEET AERITH

but he doesn't want to lie. ]

I... [ ugh ] Fine. Yes. I won't hurt them. [ physically. painfully. fatally. if only he could tack on some modifiers here and get away with it. ]

[residentflorist]

[hairpetting.]

Okay. [good karma.] ...Lucas. He's a lot stronger than he's led most of us to believe.

[so he can still fight him because lucas can clearly defend himself.]

[intrapid]

Lucas?!

[ HELLO he can't believe it, his mucus lucus ]

I should've drowned him when I had the chance.

[residentflorist]

Yeah. I don't know how long he's been affected, but...he did break out of it briefly before I died. [wait.]

Wait, why were you going to drown him?

[intrapid]

[ OH WAIT he was monster affected?? i thought lucas was just like this. ]

I wasn't planning to. We knocked a beehive off a tree back then, and he dragged me off to the ocean to escape. [ for some reason ] There was a shark underwater [ FOR SOME REASON ] and he tried to get us to swim towards it instead of facing the bees above water. [ FOR SOME REASON!!!! AKI AAAAAAAAAAA ]

[residentflorist]

[icly she thought he was until about 10 seconds ago when she started doing the math and a headcount of killers. but it's fine, she's not really changing her stance and will keep quiet about her new discovery.]

...what in the world...? [AKI?????]

[intrapid]

[ me crying in math ]

It might have been easier if we had both died back then.

[ it really would've been a better death for himself at least ]

[segnale]

—Lucas!?

[OH NO]

[residentflorist]

[just pets her hair from where they're probably still hugging.]

Mmhm. I didn't know it was him at first. He was in this black robe for most of the night. The whole thing covered his head until the end.

[segnale]

[she takes a hair pet]

A hooded robe? Kind of sounds like whoever got Ichiban.

[frotag]

[ ok he's still in the middle of a friendship breakdown but he whips his head up at this ]

Wait, like— [ he mimes drawing a hood over his face, and pulling it down so that it would completely cover it from almost any angle ] This?

[residentflorist]

[nodding.]

Yeah, that's it. Which is really not painting a great picture, isn't it?

[residentflorist]

[...

give her a second to just...ponder...and math something out...thinks about the monsters she knows. thinks about the math they got. thinks about some other things.]

...oh no.

[rimet]

[ Pickles seems to think for a moment.

The puppy says he lifted it without any issue.

Pickles is 42 lbs. ]

[residentflorist]

[hi pickles. attempts to pet his head.]

He threw a lot of punches. I was surprised by just how strong he actually was, but...maybe I shouldn't have been. [also yes this does add some context, jesus lucas.]

[rimet]

[ petting is a-okay ]

Woof.

[ The puppy thinks someone mostly coughing blood and owning crutches is usually a sign of failing health instead of strong physical strength. ]

[residentflorist]

Mmhm. Yeah, when we talked about teaching people self-defense he said he wouldn't be much use for it. [so it's a picture of fragility.] But he didn't let up for most of the night.

[segnale]

[looks away]

[tactic]

[ what the fuck ]

[residentflorist]

[yeah. yeah....]