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Reapsody Mods ([personal profile] reapertoire) wrote2018-01-06 08:26 am
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#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.”



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[personal profile] llywelin 2018-03-31 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The eggs are all gold with a thin red ribbon tied elegantly around each one for an of refinement. these are clearly the classiest eggs.

Egg 1) a paper which says:
"Adam
Had'em"
though if it's not okay since it has a name technically let me know! but it's one of the shortest poems in history, which. tbh it doesn't sound like a real poem to me but all right poets. hidden in a vending machine in place of one of the temp tattoos.

Egg 2) glow in the dark silly putty. preferably pink. hidden in a row of pink nail polish.

Egg 3) a drawing of a grumpy looking lion with a floofed up mane which is frankly the only way you can tell it's a lion. it's badly drawn. hidden in the ruby themed case, near the rings, in one of the more busy displays in the jewelry store.

Egg 4) glitter in festive Christmas shapes. hidden in a thing of fries (under the fries) at mcdonald's.

Egg 5) a small spool of fishing line. hidden near the fish bowls in the pet shop. dark humour???

Egg 6) packet of red food colouring. hidden in a gutter in the bowling alley.

Egg 7) extra strength headache pills. hidden next to some cute knock-off hello kitty party hats.]