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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[darkearth]

[It takes him a bit, but he manages. He's more of a hack-and-slash-em kinda guy. The force of patience does teach him the desired lesson.

Once he learns to work the edges first, then the rest, he gets the hang of it. Unfortunately, when he finishes and actually gets to focus on what's written, his brows tighten together.]

A letter?

[venomosity]

Yes, I figured that much.

[dahlia's being a butt aside, congrats, terra! have an easier to read version. after he finishes, she peeks over, squinting as she reads... and then sighs.]

Could they have been any more dramatic? I've read poetry less flowery this...

[darkearth]

They really put themselves out there. I wonder what they mean... "Toss away years of sacrifice."

What does it mean? [Reading it just feels... disconnected. He can't relate, can he? Love? And yet, it's not exactly a love letter, is it. A declaration. He's a little embarrassed to read something personal between two others, but...]

"C." Who is that?

[venomosity]

Your guess is as good as mine. Whoever "C." is needs a serious reality check. As for your prize... well, it's not going to be your prize.

[from under the bar, she brings out an open case of pins, which she faces toward terra.]

You get to choose one of these three: Izanagi, Love Me Tether, or Flames Afar, Foes Aflame. [...she rolls her eyes] Ugh, again with the names... your choice will affect the other Players this week, for better or worse.

[darkearth]

[Oh. Hm. Those pins are... something. Affect them, better or worse. Well, surely he can't fuck that up, right?

He's not a flame kind of guy, not with a name like Terra. He's not a love kinda guy either, he guesses. Izanagi looks cool, maybe if you're a geometry nerd. But he picks that pin up anyway.]

This one.

[venomosity]

... You really aren't that smart, are you?

[her eyebrows are raised, because she was totally expecting him to ask her what they do before he chose?? then she remembers his motivation for becoming a reaper in the first place... ah.]

Well, thanks to your trusting nature and your split-second decision making, they're going to get a shower of knives sometime this week.

[darkearth]

[He looks affronted up until she tells him what the pin is going to do, and then he has the decency to look somewhat mortified.] Ah--

What? [He should've asked what they did! He didn't think she would tell him...] Knives?

Will they hurt them?

[venomosity]

[bless his dumb heart.]

They're knives. Of course they're going to hurt.

[darkearth]

[Arrows are supposed to point you in the right direction. This game is bullshit.]

Will it--kill anyone?

[venomosity]

[it took him that long to come to this conclusion???]

If they're stupid enough to stay outside while knives fall from the sky, maybe?

[darkearth]

[He looks exactly like he knows he made a grave mistake. He's so sorry, friends..............]

There won't be any warning? Isn't there a way to help them? To... tell them.

[venomosity]

Not this week, tough guy. Where would the fun be in warning them?