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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[ The note comes free easily, and Eleanor is not required to bring the brick back up to the surface.

Unlike the note Caren found earlier, this one is, unsurprisingly, extremely damp. Luckily, most of it is still legible (albeit barely), and it's handwritten in a very neat and loopy script. If it's brought to Monika, she won't be able to identify whose it is because no note found previously has looked like this.

Communication is the key. ]

I don't know how far it is for you to call anyone's relationship uncomfortable, Ms Hume.

[izaya came out here to attack people and he's having a good time right now.

Once Eleanor is out of the water, he hops over to her to check it out. Peeking over her shoulder, obnoxiously, and uselessly. Kill him, Eleanor.]

[ When she's out of the water, she hands him the note wordlessly. She's not all that happy about what's written on it tbh. ]

Please say what you mean Mr. Orihara.

I didn't think you'd want me to say it in public.

[He also reads the note. Hm.]

I feel like I'm getting mixed signals here.

Isn't it funny? They won't even let us utter more than a word outside of this place but they want us to communicate. They kill without explanation and get upset when we don't understand.

[ her grievances aside though, she's not keen on letting his prodding go. ]

Regardless, we're all friends here Mr. Orihara. Surely you can share your honest thoughts with me.

Only if you're comfortable with it! In that case, I'll say that aside from your unusual swingers' relationship with Ms Hortensia and Mr Nakahara, the way that your relationship has gone with the Assassin of Shinjuku is pretty warped. Not that I'm rejecting a twisted love story, but the idea of him seeking out a version of you that wouldn't even know him? Ah, that's got a lot of uncomfortable levels to it.

[ She blinks slowly, like the words don't quite register as actual words. And then— ]

I'm sorry— he's going to do WHAT?

[oh this is fun]

He mentioned something along those lines in relation to Velvet's world.

I—, he.. he, what?

[ The revelation puts her in something of a daze and she just,

sits down

a soggy mess

right on the floor. ]

He told you this?

[a day when he can present information that makes someone sit down dazed, is a good day]

It was more alluding to the idea. So maybe I misinterpreted what he said, and it was more like a hopeful thing, rather than considering all iterations of a person as possible replacements for all other versions.

[ That certainly changes things a little. She looks up at him from where she's crumpled on the ground— ]

Somehow.. that does sound like something he'd say. Maybe not about me in particular but.. those kinds of fantastical machinations seem in character for him.

[ a beat ]

Agh— he said something like that to you so easily? Why? Does he have a shameful bone in his body?

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oh i never got the notif for this kill me

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