reapertoire | graveyard

#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.”

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[ She was already crying— the tears continue, but something about them is different now. Before they were for Monika, but now, the way they run down her face; a little frustrated, a little petulant. It takes all of her being not to stomp her foot. Instead she rubs her face furiously with the sleeves of her jacket, marring her skin with how aggressive she is. ]

How do you know—

[ It's meant to be comforting, the things Monika says, but they just make the nausea worse. ]

You can't know— how long, why would anyone fight so hard for someone they barely know? Someone who has done so little for them— everything I did, everything he says I did is no different from what you all have given him.

[ Her face is red, surely a little scarred from the way she scratches at it. ]

Please stop— I've only just started to let myself forget.

[ monika waits a moment, and she thinks about yuri. the things she wanted to encourage yuri to do, and the absolute vitriol she felt towards that girl sometimes. they were too similar, in some ways.

monika raises a hand, and pulls eleanor's own hands down. puts them at her side, and smiles apologetically. ]

I know, because I have been with him every day for several weeks. You know... he hurt my heart quite a lot. He called me his second best girl. Second, me? And you... were the first.

That was only a week ago, I believe...

Well, I'll stop there. But I want you to know how loved you are, too.

[ She hates it— having to feel more than one thing at one time. The nausea is overwhelming, a byproduct of her grief.

But something else bubbles in her chest, a cruel sort of satisfaction (almost happiness, but not quite). Because maybe, just maybe, that means he misses her as much as she misses him.

Maybe, he will at least wait to forget her until she has passed on from this place. ]

He tried.. he wanted me to know too. But I couldn't.. I didn't want to know. Because when he told me he loved me, I was afraid for the first time in a very long time.

[ She can't help the way the words tumble out. She is weak and these are burdens she has wanted to unload onto someone else for a very long time. ]

The sight of him petrifies me. I've avoided him like the plague.. even in death, I'm too weak to offer him any of what he deserves.

[ she has a lot on her mind, this woman who wears her heart close to her. she keeps it closed and will not allow monika even a peek. she's been worried, you know - did eleanor miss shin as much as he missed her? it would make her so sad to see one of her favorites sad.

but at this, she smiles. ]

That weakness is very girlish of you. Hold onto it tightly. No one is strong all the time. That is what makes you human, and lovely in your own right.

...As for him - he is weak in your presence. You have him in your grasp tightly. Do with that information what you will, haha.

[ She deflates, much like any child would after using an excessive amount of energy in one burst of a tantrum. All of it is hard to stomach, harder to rationalize; but she is not so immature, so childish, as to throw all of Monika's kindness away by closing her ears and heart. ]

It's suffocating— to want someone to be free and happy, but also to want to dig your nails into them and never let them go.. never allow them to let you go.

[ She shakes her head, dabbing at the tears with the sleeve of his jacket yet again. ]

I hate it.. on occasion I think, I may hate him as well. Because it's so much easier to do that.

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