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scawwy mods ([personal profile] mygod) wrote2024-04-30 01:40 pm
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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!



shirtbag: (pic#17223560)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tips his hat at her too. ]

Miss Aerith. Anythin' you want to take the edge off? Selection ain't too big though.
residentflorist: (Did you sail across the sun)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr. Hill. [a smile. that's not how his name works, but it is now.] ...someone told me I'd like an old fashioned, whatever that is. But I'll take anything you think we can make.

[and there's a pause, as if considering something.]

Karlach says she misses you. [karlach may not have directly told aerith this, but she can infer.]
shirtbag: (pic#17223537)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's about to say something else as he gets out the whiskey and soda water. then that name comes up.

he sets the bottle on the bar and then his hands on the counter. he lowers his head, stays quiet for a moment, and then swallows hard. ]


'Least it ain't just me. ...Thank ya' for that.
residentflorist: (Before I go and let you in)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[sorry...she wanted to pass the message on.]

Of course. [she bows her head a little before she continues.] You've been taking care of yourself here? ["how are you", really.]
shirtbag: (pic#17223552)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he appreciates it so much 🥹

also ty i was reading a cocktail menu while writing that last tag, please pretend he brought out bourbon and bitters instead of whiskey and soda water i'm begging ]


Bit of a loaded question ta' ask after ya' just got here, ain't it? [ he studies her carefully. ] How 'bout you go first?
residentflorist: (Who is the lamb)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[i will never pretend :\ but yeah okok. she's really just looking at him curiously, debating how to answer that question. she's aware it was a loaded question of her own, so she could stand to be a little fair.]

...things are a little harder over there without you guys. People miss all of you. But we're taking care of each other as best as we can. Keeping each other's spirits up. It's not always easy for some of them, but other people won't let them stay too down for too long.
shirtbag: (pic#17223593)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ boothill still keeps his gaze level with hers. he's quiet for a moment before he continues making her drink. ]

Wish all the time that we could tell y'all we're here somehow. Ain't got a way just yet. Not unless everyone else comes in after ya'.

Now pardon me, Miss Aerith, but I still ain't heard you answer for yourself yet.
Edited 2024-06-29 23:09 (UTC)
residentflorist: (So you can remind them)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as I regret leaving them, I would prefer they stay over there until we have a plan. But I had wondered if you were all still out there somewhere. [what comes from the planet returns to the planet etc etc.

but ah. how interesting, someone who won't let her just skate past without an answer. extremely funny karlach also does this to her.]


I've been managing. [a little glance back to wherever cloud is, but not for long.] ...I think the thing I learned this week is just how much some people have been hurt and continue hurting. Makes for a dangerous combination when there's all kinds of wishes and incentives on the table.
shirtbag: (pic#17223556)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Some kinda premonition, huh?

[ i, nat, burst into tears

also, he doesn't miss that glance. he will lean in a little over the bar and lower his voice a bit, just to keep the conversation between them. ]


That from what happened to ya', or somethin' else?
residentflorist: (This is real life)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Some might call it blind belief. [but she doesn't disagree. she does appreciate that he doesn't draw attention further, but there's a little shrug that follows.]

Yes, and no. There are things that have happened that I never wanted anyone to see. Him especially.
shirtbag: (pic#17223541)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i am so sorry to ask this but he does not know ]

What exactly are you two? F'ya don't mind me asking.
residentflorist: (Do you know me)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-29 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[help. this question does actually, genuinely, startle her a little for once because that's a good question! she looks briefly flustered but it smooths out in the end.]

Friends, really. We've been traveling together for some time.
shirtbag: (pic#17223619)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-29 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ girl. he lowers his head a little. ]

Yeah? Friends?

[ he will lay off after this if she confirms that. he saw that flustering, so he's curious. ]
residentflorist: (And she talks like June)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[she just smiles pleasantly.]

He makes for a great date if you're ever interested. [this absolutely clarifies nothing other than the message "i'll answer this another time when he can't hear me so it's just time to bully the hell out of him."]
shirtbag: (pic#17223668)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-30 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ AERITH TELL HIM THE LORE

but sure, he's just going to fold an arm over the counter and look directly at cloud now. ]


Really? Well butter my fudge. I wouldn't dream'a takin' him away from Mister Aventurine.
Edited 2024-06-30 00:08 (UTC)
residentflorist: (Did you sail across the sun)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-30 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[NO PUT YOUR OTHER SENTENCE BACK.

that's fine, boothill can look. he's free real estate.]


Oh? You don't think he's the sharing type?
shirtbag: (Default)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-30 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ puts it back in a new tag... ]

Is he now? [ lmao. takes a drink. ] Unlucky for him, I'm a one-woman man.
residentflorist: (I felt the branches of it looking at me)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-30 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[immediately (metaphorically) eyezooming on that.]

Someone special waiting for you then...? [is yeehell real.......]
shirtbag: (pic#17223559)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-30 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ that makes him sober up a little.

so he goes to pour himself another drink. ]


Think you already know the answer to that, young lady.
Edited 2024-06-30 00:37 (UTC)
residentflorist: (Now that she's back from)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-30 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[yeah. she can guess...]

Think I might, yeah. And I think, maybe, this is one of those conversations that calls for another round of drinks later. [when they aren't watching a murder trial.] ...but I get it.
shirtbag: (pic#17223543)

[personal profile] shirtbag 2024-06-30 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
I'll whip up whatever you want when that happens.

[ raises his glass and sips ]

Things are heatin' up in that trial. You wanna take a taste of what I made for ya' and tell me how it is 'fore we all get glued to those screens?
residentflorist: (You're not a voice)

[personal profile] residentflorist 2024-06-30 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right. [lost in the sauce...but raises her glass for a sip. politely wrinkles her nose like someone who's never really had a lot of alcohol before, but not unpleasantly.]

That'll do. Thank you, Boothill. [they are now looking at 3/4 of our killers, so this is pleasant.



oh. and there goes yuffie so she just really takes a larger sip instead. jesus.]