graveyard

[reapertoire]

#GRAVEYARD

Well, that sucked! That might be your first thought when you open your eyes to find yourself in a lavishly decorated room with a nice, soft bed. Or maybe you’re thinking about something else, it doesn’t really matter, since the only important thing right now is that you’re alive. Sort of. You’re still dead, but you also still exist, so that’s better than nothing. Whenever you decide to leave the room to venture out into the rest of the building, you’ll find that… hm. You sure have found yourself somewhere interesting, and there are plenty of places to explore. Foods from all of the weeks prior can be found in the hotel’s kitchen, as well as an entertainment center in the next room; just because you’re dead-dead doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun while the Reaper’s Game continues. Dare you try your luck with the ice cream machine in this weird place…? Or do you explore the mysterious board game that rests on the lobby’s table? Nothing’s stopping you. You’re absolutely able to leave the hotel, by the way. As soon as you step outside, you’ll find yourself in whatever area is currently open to the remaining Players for the current week. The only thing is, in addition to being invisible to the shadowy denizens of the RG... it seems you can’t interact at all with your fellow active Players in the UG, either. Weird! But that’s okay, you’re not totally alone in this limbo-squared! There are others around who you can interact with, and you might recognize them as the other people who have been Erased during the course of the game. In fact, there’s one rather special resident of this place... it’s none other than Dahlia Hawthorne. You might remember her as Utena Tenjou’s murderer from the first week! Upon seeing you, she smirks, welcoming you to the party. “Did you really think you'd seen the last of me? Welcome to the Under-Underground—the loser’s playground, a failure like the rest of us,” she taunts, swirling the teacup in her hand with an almost gleeful look in her eyes. Then, as if to preempt whatever the new arrivals wish to respond with, she rolls her eyes and adds, “The stupid name wasn’t my choice, by the way. As if I’d choose something that dumb to preside over.” game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav

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[chr]

I'm sure he did. I mean, he hung out with all of us, didn't he?

[ monika feels bad telling hermann she only dealt with criminals. it was sort of a lie. now, though, she realizes why she has drifted toward this motley crue of weirdos.

they're all a little off, aren't they. ]

He'll carry it better than any of us did. I can feel his love for us, even now. ...Just kidding. A yandere would say that, but I'm the club president, so instead, I will say this.

That man is more reliable than any of us give him credit for. His heart might be darkened, but it is pure.

[sexorcism]

Oh, Assassin will enjoy the kill, I have no doubt of that. He is an outlaw, after all.

I was talking about Akira Kurusu taking my life. It was hard to tell how he was feeling after a while, though. [She'd tried to hold the knife in her for as long as possible, but that's nothing against a fading consciousness, and Monika probably saw that.]

[chr]

I doubt he enjoyed it, but isn't that the fun of making him do it? [ monika smiles, sharp as a knife. ]

I'm proud of you, for what you did. It was your own rebellion and truth. You will always have that.

[sexorcism]

[Monika's not the first person who's said she's proud of her, and it isn't the first time Caren's wanted to turn down what feels like such inappropriate praise.

She doesn't, though, simply canting her head to the side.]

I wish I'd been able to guide him through it a little more. Through the heart isn't always so merciful, I presume.