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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who wants to be our third partner and be uncomfortable for LIFE

[sexorcism]

Are you shirking your duties already, Monika? What a shame. If you'd only waited until your work was completed, I would have offered to spot for you.

[Her nice new clothes are also back at the hotel, but she's rolled her sleeves up as if she really intends on working this time instead of overseeing it. Those days of asking men to clean for her in the park are over now, anyway.]

[reapertoire]

[ Monika is free to work out once they're done with the mission!

Meanwhile, Caren, ever diligent, uncovers a DVD of Nora Ephron's 1998 classic, You've Got Mail. ]

[chr]

Oh no, but then the boys might see? I don't know if they can handle it. Like... two cute girls working out?

[ .

monika is ignoring the movie to pick up some trash around the treadmills and such ]

[sexorcism]

If they're going to be distracted so easily by something like that, then we'll have to use the distraction to accomplish something else in secret.

[Caren picks up the move and flips it over to read the back cover. Is it still factory sealed? Collectors' item.]

Is this about the internet?

[reapertoire]

[ Nothing but old wristbands and water bottles around the treadmills. Ewwww.

And surprisingly, yes, the movie is! It even has a Towa Records price sticker on it (500¥, bargain bin). ]

[chr]

[ but cleaning is why they're here! she's cheerfully picking it all up, depositing the trash into the garbage can. which is ALSO where monika belongs. ]

Hmm... yes. It's not to my taste, personally, haha. I would see about returning it for store credit, though a movie night with everyone else might be sort of fun.

[ is there a way to watch that...? oh, the entertainment center. huh. ]

[sexorcism]

I don't think they'll take back something this unpopular or this old. [She shows Monika the bargain bin sticker.]

Hm. It appears they meet and hate one another but fall in love regardless. How trite. We should play it over some of the regrettable programming they've included for us in the hotel.

[She pops open the plastic seal so she can unwrap it here and put the wrapper in the garbage, in an effort to keep Shibuya clean. Maybe there's a sweepstakes card in the packaging.]

[reapertoire]

[ Sadly it's just the DVD. But Monika's right in that they could probably watch it with everyone else!

And... hm. There's actually a thing over on Monika's side. It's a... megaphone? What's this doing in the trash? ]

[chr]

Yeah. Maybe we can get Jacopo to make us some dinner and watch a movie together later? If Chuuya can tolerate me long enough.

[ that's... curious. when monika picks it up, she moves to turn it on.

uh.

sorry if this works, because she lifts it and says: ]

Can you hear me?

[sexorcism]

He has his reasons for feeling the way he does. I don't think he'll mind sitting with us for the length of a feature film.

[She closes up the case again and tucks it under one arm before going to take care of whatever refuse remains around...well, whatever other cardio machines the gym happens to have. Surely they've got at least a rowing machine? An elliptical? One of those hellish cross-trainers?

Caren's never worked out in a gym in her life.]

[reapertoire]

[ There's a moment of shrill feedback blasting from the megaphone when Monika first presses the button, but after that, it seems to function normally! Please take care using it in small, enclosed spaces.

There's... a stairmaster?? It seems to simulate climbing up to the peak of Mt. Fuji. That must suck. Trashwise, there's nothing much of note in this area. ]

[chr]

[ all you did was give me an excuse for LOVE IS WAR - MIKU HATSUNE COVER karaoke sessions here ]

Hmm... Okay, I think I might have gotten most of the actual garbage here, and not the hidden treasures? How about we try and clear out the desk up front?

[sexorcism]

[She makes sure to spritz down a couple of the grungier looking machines with that sanitation solution they hang near the towel stations.

Since she was almost deafened by the megaphone feedback, Caren doesn't hear Monika's directions at first. But soon enough she turns around, tossing the cleaning cloth into its proper receptacle.]

Ah, forgive me: My ears were still ringing. I'd hate whatever shadow person runs the place to have an unclean work environment, so let's go.

[reapertoire]

[ I mean I always assumed those bottles were just regular water when I used to go to the gym...

The front desk is buried under an obscene amount of Gatorade bottles. Like, you are unsure if there actually is a desk here or if it was just Gatorade bottles arranged in the shape of a desk in the first place? ]

[chr]

Oops, sorry. I didn't think the feedback would be that loud. This will be useful though!

[ yeah it's her's forever, even if she might have to wipe it down... who knows how many sweaty hands have held this!

but, gatorade, huh. man. monika groans a little, but she did. sign up for this. ] Do you think anyone here knows how to pick up after themselves?

[sexorcism]

The term "muscle head" does exist for a reason, I suppose. Can you think of anyone who really suits that description, though?

If any of them still have liquid in them, set them aside. I'll go and dump them.

[She's bombproof when it comes to gross leftover fluids.]

[reapertoire]

[ Such upstanding citizens... it's a shame that bottle deposits won't do the Erased any good.

One of the bottles has something in it, but it's not liquid... it's a rolled-up piece of paper. Huh! ]

[chr]

[ well. monika has no experience with doing this whole... removing things from rank liquid thing, so she holds it out for caren. ]

You're the one with two eyes, so if there's anything written on it, you'll be able to tell better.

[sexorcism]

[Ew.

But she really does try to be unflappable when it comes to this kind of thing, so Caren unscrews the top of the bottle, holding it away from her face in case of any moldy smell, then kneels down on the door to try and tap whatever paper's in there out onto the ground.]

[reapertoire]

[ It comes out pretty easily, and it's dry, to boot. It looks like there's some writing on it...

Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freaking moon.

... it looks like somebody is trying to say they're better than gravity? ]

[chr]

[ ...sounds kind of... ]

Big ego? ...I guess the sort of person you'd expect to be a muscle head.

[sexorcism]

It certainly does seem like the type of person you'd find in a place like this. I hope the bottles aren't all theirs.

[Caren will tuck the slip of into the DVD case for safekeeping, then helps Monika finish with the tower of Gatorade bottles.]

Do you make anything of it?

[reapertoire]

[ With all that exercise juice out of the way, the desk is clean. The only other thing on it is a coupon for a ramen joint somewhere in Shibuya, with the letters GM largely printed on the top right corner. ]