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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[venomosity]

[ why are yall like this. love is gross ]

Yet again, more intercepted correspondence from the mysterious "C."

[exorcismo]

Calling this game flawed is a bit of an understatement wouldn't you say.

[ Yeah, someone's still salty about being double dead ]

So what? Are we meant to trust and cherish each other if we want to win? That seems to be this week's theme.

[venomosity]

"This week's?" My, things really did go over your heads if that's all you think...

It's always been the goal.

[exorcismo]

I'm aware, but this place has been infuriatingly adamant about it as of late.

[ She's still mad she had to dive into a pool for that note of all things ok ]

[darkearth]

[Oh. He found this one a while back when he fucked up and gave everyone knife rain.]

Another letter. I found one, too. From "C."

[exorcismo]

[ She gives it a quick read and— ]

Don't tell me this game is one cosmic lovers spat..

[darkearth]

[He is quiet for a long moment.]

Not quite. [HE IS SO NAIVE] In a way.

[exorcismo]

Not quite.. but in a way? Those answers mean two different things and somehow they also mean nothing at all.

[ Terra?? Explain?? ]

[darkearth]

The writing. They don't sound the same, do they? Even if they're both signed "C."

[voyeur]

You're suggesting one is a Conductor and the other is a Composer, huh?

[grano]

The one Eleanor found atop the wall was from the Composer. I can discern that by the manner of speech.

I would presume that this, however, is from the Conductor.

[venomosity]

. . .

I'm not going to comment on what the letters mean or anything, but I'm just going to point out that the handwriting is the exact same on both of them.

[grano]

It's fortunate that I referenced to manner of speech and not handwriting, then. I know what my employer sounds like, Miss Hawthorne.

Unless you are suggesting that this is not them, yes?

[venomosity]

[ completely deadpan ]

They were my employer before the rest of you even came into the picture.

[darkearth]

The Composer we have wasn't always the Composer.

[voyeur]

That's the case with every Composer. It's the entire corporate structure we're working under, right?

[darkearth]

They became a Composer because they erased the previous one.

Maybe that's why we're supposed to work together.

[voyeur]

Isn't that also what usually happens? Something like the current Conductor being handed the job by the last one seems pretty rare in our line of work.

[darkearth]

It means the rules changed. Because the Composer is different.

Saving everyone... In order to do that, we all have to work together. The Composer told me that.

[grano]

Good on them. They always did seem the sort.

[sexorcism]

So, is it the Composer or the Conductor whose feelings are unrequited?

[grano]

Composer.

[sexorcism]

That's a tragedy. She must be very lonely.

She? They? Max did seem to be affecting a feminine voice that one time.

[chr]

I must have missed this... Makes you think, though, doesn't it?

What could a pair of lovers have to do with a game like this, I wonder.

[exorcismo]

Wars have started over less, haven't they? Somehow it seems oddly fitting that bonds and livelihoods would be tested by some otherworldly tiff between lovers.