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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[Oh......

He pauses for too long when he lifts the mirror and turns it over. He remembers it pretty well.] I’ve seen this before. [It hadn’t been a hand mirror though.] From a world I visited.

Why is it here?

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Surely it's not just you guys being messed with. ]

Beats me. Coincidence? Just to fuck with you? If we're here from different places, maybe it's not so weird that things from those places made it here too.

[chuuya shrugs a shoulder, at that, but he will be a little nosy too.]

Is it important, or just familiar?

[Well. He had been asked to kill a girl...

Is it a reminder? He had refused. Maybe he should have refused this time.] Just... familiar.

Before, it wasn’t this small, but... [Oh well. Chuuya is right.] Maybe the trash isn’t trash to everyone.

[ Nosiness will grant Chuuya and Terra a copy of No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai. ]

Isn't there some kind of saying about--

[-that? but he doesn't finish the sentence. he's not going to poke a hole in the book, he does lean down to pick this up... and his grip very quickly becomes so tight it's white-knuckled when he gets a look at the cover, his voice low when he speaks.]

...no. No, it's not that. We're definitely being fucked with.

[this is still trash to him, but it's something he would prefer to burn. it doesn't get put with the rest.]

[At least he isn't the only one getting fucked up shit. Terra peers at the book--the title. His eyes lift to read Chuuya's face. Hm. Can't be good.]

Is it important or just familiar? [A pause.] Have you spoken to the Composer yet?

[ This thread sure came with a lot of baggage, so modtags will pause for a bit. Feel free to converse with each other while picking up garbage with a lot less creepy personal significance. ]

It's-- I don't know what it is. I know the name and this phrase, but not the book...

[the dazai he knew definitely wasn't an author. but there's apparently a chuuya nakahara who was a poet, so maybe this is the same kind of thing?

either way, chuuya is tucking it away to dispose of with great prejudice later. maybe he'll hit izaya with it til it falls apart. anyway!!]

I wrote to them once, if that's what you mean-- not about anything important, though.

[His eyes lower to the book before it's concealed away. No Longer Human... Terra wonders if that's what Ven feels like with Vanitas controlling his body. Maybe that's what he felt like when Xehanort took over his--not human anymore.]

I don't know if they would do this. If they did, I don't think it's for no reason. [The mirror doesn't do much for his esteem, but it does nudge a reminder into him. He turns it over in his hand.] There was a sorceress. She had a mirror that knew and saw everything.

She wanted me to bring her the heart of a girl named Snow White.

[He puts the mirror with the rest of the trash.]

But I didn't. Her heart was full of Light. I couldn't take that from her. If this is here... maybe it's a reminder. So I don't forget I can make my own choices.

You can talk to them. [He looks up.] If you ask. Then you can see if there's a reason why you found the book.

You didn't? Sounds like it was an easy enough job though, even if hearts are a little gross to ask for.

[sorry, terra, you're working with a career criminal here. he's judging a little bit.

but at that last suggestion, chuuya frowns at the spot where the book had been before he picked it up.]

If the reason for this is something about Dazai, then I don't think I want to know anyway. I'd rather not have anything to do with that traitor-- can't even get away from him when I'm twice dead, huh...?

[LOOK ASSHOLE]

Did he use to be a friend?

He used to be my partner.

[so, you know. this entire game has been something of a reminder already, for chuuya.

he's going to stab an empty wrapper there. it doesn't make him feel any better, but it's a little satisfying anyway.]

[Terra's face softens just a bit.]

Vanitas, too. Not... him exactly, but the body he's in. It belonged to my friend, Ven.

[Chuuya isn't the only one suffering, is just what he means by it. He finally returns to helping pilfer trash off the ground.]

Some kind of possession thing, huh...? I'd probably have killed him for it.

[it sounds shitty to deal with, honestly. even with as much as he hated dazai, he'd hate someone else having his body-- so with a friend replaced, he can only imagine.

sucks that he doesn't remember having friends. can't quite relate!]

Hey. Maybe we should talk somewhere a little less public, later.

[this guy hasn't been so bad, and chuuya's got a thing or two he kind of wants to ask about.]

Yeah. [He picks up a few more pieces, then pauses. They actually got a good chunk knocked out together.] Okay. I’m fine with that.

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