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

Comments

[voyeur]

You know, I've been wondering about that. Because the person running my group... That person said they were the Composer. Further, they said they didn't know the identities of any of the Reapers in your group.

Interesting, don't you think?

[darkearth]

What? [It's less total disbelief and more surprise.] Why would the Composer not know who everyone is...?

[voyeur]

The Composer said that the Conductor asked for Reapers to be sent on loan from other Composers, and that the Conductor is planning to take over and end the Game, which will mean that none of the Players will be revived. The Composer referred to your group as a 'rogue' group of Reapers. The Game had veered from the Composer's original intentions because of this interference, so the second win condition, of our group eliminating yours, had been snuck in as a contingency.

That is what we were told by the one who used the title 'Composer' with us.

[darkearth]

[His face changes from surprise to suspicion, then back once again to disbelief.] No...

They're lying. That's not true. The Conductor wouldn't...

The Conductor would revive everyone. I'm sure of it.

[But shit... Now he's second-guessing. He's been tricked so many times.]

[voyeur]

It sounds like we've both been presented with incomplete, or inconsistent stories. Probably, the best way to establish the truth is to follow the advice we've been given.

[~communication is key~]

Of course, we were barred from that in the Underground by strict rules, or at least my group was. Since we're Erased, that shouldn't be an issue now.

[darkearth]

[Being lied about rabies is one thing, okay. Being lied about... all of this is another.

His face grows steely. A part of him doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to hear the truth of another person yanking him along.]

Who was the Composer that told you they were a Composer?

[voyeur]

For the sake of the secrecy that is demanded contradictorily, let's have this conversation in private, alright?