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]

A little. [He's more surprised by the... "Noise" of the others around him. Not Noise... but... when he tries to touch them, his hands go through, leaving him to curl his fingers over nothing at all.

He frowns, moving over to where Dahlia stands beside the Not-Max.] What's going on?

Is this... the trial?

[venomosity]

Oh, look, he can use deductive reasoning!

[... she digresses, and just gives him a tiny nod.]

We can hear and see them, but they have no idea we're here.

[darkearth]

[He makes a small face, but the real sass of it goes right over his head. Because... well, it's okay if it's him. Just don't say that about his friends???]

Because we're erased. Like ghosts.

[He motions to the board.]

What's that for?

[venomosity]

It's... [why is it always stupid names with this game? she sighs] "Reaper Creeper." For whatever reason, it's the only thing we can actually interact with that they'll notice.

If the remaining Players can agree to ask us three "yes or no" questions, we get to answer them. [she gestures to the board] White for "yes," black for "no," red for "maybe, "I don't know," or "you idiot, that's not a yes or no question."

Max will officially tell us what the questions are, then it's up to us to answer however we want. —Well, "us." I can't directly participate, and our other dearly departed Souls don't seem to want to play with us. So it's all in your hands, Strangler.

[darkearth]

Another game. [Figures. He's got no choice to play it--and all on his own, too. More room to fuck up!!! RIGHT!!!] Okay. I'll play.

We just wait on the questions, right?

[venomosity]

Mm-hm.

In the meantime, we can laugh at how they're making absolutely no headway into figuring out who the murderers are. I almost feel sorry for them, running around like chickens whose heads just got cut off!

["almost" being the keyword, of course]

[darkearth]

[He glances around at all of the "Noise" of his former rivals and friends. Yeah...

Yeah... They sure are something.] There's so many of them. They're all different. They can't agree on what should be done.

But... they're all scared, too. Of making a mistake, of not finding us. [He frowns, looks to Dahlia.] Even if they "win"...

Don't they know they can only help some of them have a second chance?

[venomosity]

And that's the most insidious part of this Game, isn't it? No matter if the Players catch all the Reapers or not, there's no guarantee how many of them will get their lives back. The Composer is a stone cold bitch.

[she shrugs, waiting to see if their assistance is being called upon... nothing yet]

It's not our problem, though. We know what we signed up for. [... she pauses as she glances over at terra, then,] Or, in some cases, we thought we did.

[darkearth]

[He won't look at her in the end, his eyes falling down to the floor by his feet. She wasn't wrong.]

Like the game I played before this one. Only a certain number. I tried to explain...

[He shakes his head.]

Do you know what will happen to them afterward? The ones that have to stay behind? They'll play again?

[venomosity]

[sorry not sorry, dude.]

Again, that's a question for the Composer, not me. I doubt they'd grace us with their presence, though—they have a game to run.

[darkearth]

[He finally looks back up.]

What if they will? Do you know how I could speak to them? If I could tell them it was extremely important.

Aren't you, and Max, and Maya running the game for them really?

[venomosity]

[to that, she laughs. to go the extra mile, she materializes her reaper wings and gives them a little flap.]

I'm just a glorified babysitter. Do you really think the Composer would trust the scary remorseless murderer with any kind of meaningful role?

[darkearth]

[He frowns again.]

I think there's still some Light in you somewhere. Even if... we're here, what you've done. You should have a second chance, too. To fix mistakes.

Max always did things for coins, right? What would the Composer want to trade for the interruption?

[venomosity]

You are dense if you think my Soul is worth saving. If—

[she's cut off, though, because max is now directly speaking to them!

"Was Eleanor's killer burned."

... she just grins.]

You're up, Mullet. Answer whatever you'd like. Just move the coin to the corresponding space.

[... she pokes the back of max's head, while terra decides.]

[darkearth]

Everyone makes—

[He looks up, only a tad startled at the sudden interruption. Oh.

How... does he know? He frowns, looks at the board. Had they ever said anything about burning among them? Yes, no, neither. He reaches out and moves the coin to neither. Seems like a middle ground, right?]

There won’t be knives, will there?

[venomosity]

[their answer has been taken! dahlia looks highly amused, because what were the players expecting.]

There will always be knives, because people are sorely lacking in their creativity when it comes to erasures.

[venomosity]

[oh, hey, another question.

"Was Ranpo Edogawa a Reaper?"]

We're popular tonight... [she looks at the clock] Oh, that's probably why.

Anyway, I'm not saying you should lie on this one... but keep our mission as Reapers in mind.

[red is always an option, terra!!!]

[darkearth]

[Worriedly, he glances between Dahlia and the board. It's true. He had let them all down already... like he had let his friends down, too, back home. It feels wrong to lie, and yet...

Akira told him about trying to help them all out. Trying to figure a way. They're all being erased so quickly. Everyone else is in danger of not getting a chance, of being skipped over when the picking comes.

His frown hardens. He moves the coin to no.]

[llywelin]

Excuse me! Put that where it belongs!

[darkearth]

[Oh, hi there.]

It's where it belongs.

[venomosity]

[what the fuck]

—When did you decide to join the party?