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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[speckling]

[ madara walks over, bending down to poke both of them and cure their bruises with cure drink. ]

I didn't have to but the opportunity was perfect. Two birds, one stone? Except I guess the other Reaper was a stone. I won't sweat the details, I like that idiom.

[ optimist and opportunist sound very similar... also thank you for being a roadblock in madara's (gay???) rampage, terra. you win! kinda. ]

You can hate me. You were forced to have a partner that weighed you down as a Reaper, right?

[deductionary]

[ he's about to quip back something witty and snarky because that's honestly how he's ready to deflect, except that what he hears next coming from madara is.

definitely not what he expected at all.

open mouth. closes mouth.

congrats, madara. he's actually at a loss for words for once! ]

It's... I don't actually hate you. [ it's muttered softly. but after being poked with cure drink at least he's not too bruised up, so ranpo will scramble to his feet and hold his hand out to madara. his glasses, please. ]

... i thought you'd have formed a Pact with someone else.

[ ranpo used deflect! guess who doesn't actually know about the circumstances of madara's death yet. ]

[speckling]

[ not being actually hated is good! madara just gives a small, pained smile. ]

It would be convenient, but that didn't happen because... Chuuya-san and Caren-san had other plans, whatever they were.

[ also, he can have his glasses back, the prompting might not even have been needed! but anyways, there you go, buddy. ]

I won't dwell on that or what-ifs, however. For now, I'll be happy knowing you don't hate me, it makes being here easier!