GRAVEYARD;

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GRAVEYARD

Welcome back. That wasn't so painful, was it?

Oh. It was. Our apologies.

But rest assure, nothing can harm you here! At least not physically. Of course there's still the chance that all of you will lose and be doomed to this island forever, but there's nothing you can really do about that now. Perhaps it's best to familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

Luckily, the island you're on looks exactly the same as the island you just left. But...maybe that's because it is. Every inch of the island mirrors the island you initially arrived on from the location of the cliffs to the settings in the camp to the stretches of sandy beaches surrounding the edges. There are a few minor changes, however.

In place of the ruins is an elaborate spa, fully functioning and brightly lit as if designed for some R&R on your summer vacation. The walls are sturdy and the roofs are in tact, and as you explore you'll find each room filled with supplies and equipment for everything from massages to facials to pedicures. The marble fountain in the center burbles happily with crystal clear water, small fishes swimming at the bottom and a few lilies gently resting on the surface.

Just outside of the spa sits the circular body of water with an island at the middle. A bridge has been constructed to reach the center, and the tree on the island blooms with ripe, delicious fruit and hearty, leafy foliage. The hole in the center of the trunk seems to be missing as well. Odd, isn't it?

And finally, the lighthouse that drew you ashore has been repaired. The bricks are cemented together and the windows shine in the sunlight, clean glass providing those who reach the top a clear view of the sea beyond. A winding staircase beyond the unlocked door provides a means to ascend to the top, and as the sun sets, the light glows brightly to sweep over the rolling waves.

...guess there's nothing to do but make yourself comfortable, huh? Anything can change in the nighttime hours though. Maybe you don't have to say goodbye quite yet.

OOC NOTES

Hello, and welcome to being dead! But don't worry, it's not over yet. Dead players may utilize this post to post their own top-levels in the setting and treat it as a mingle. The dead will be able to see the happenings of what's going on with the living in any open mingle including body announcements and trial! In addition, the dead can still host private conversations amongst each other if they wish to speak elsewhere that isn't a public thread. However, the dead cannot PC with the living at this time!

That doesn't mean they can't thread with them though.

From the moment you arrive in the graveyard, you will be able to thread on the public living-side mingles and engage with players' night time prompts!

A couple of guidelines: ghosts cannot physically touch or interact with the setting on the log. They can walk around and they can explore and everyone can see them if they appear before someone, but they can't write or hug or throw coconuts or whatever. They will also not be able to speak! They will, however, be able to make Pacman noises. Wakawakawaka.... And finally...they will appear in the manner of which they were killed, but ghostly. So if your character was stabbed, they would have bloodstains and the knife wound visible to whoever sees them. If they broke their neck, haha, it sure would hang at an odd angle! That's unfortunate. As the sun comes up though, the ghosts will fade away and return to this dead island.

Please feel free to ask questions in the Graveyard channel on the server, or you may DM Britt & Ty privately. Happy hauntings!

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Comments

welcome

[cookingwithdog]

[ You all get nothing helpful for the moment, just a pause and a very dry: ]

So did they actually catch someone involved or did they just make as much of a mess as it looked like they did?

[guilloqueen]

[ for someone who died in a pretty horrible way and then suddenly got revived, marie doesn't seem as shocked as she should be. in fact, this may as well be a day that ends in y for her. more than anything, she's confused, yes, but not so much regarding her own death. ]

Eh? Have you been watching from here the whole time?

[deadened]

A mess...?

[hi he just got here he doesn't know what the fuck happened yesterday. he just stares, a little confused.]

What... happened?

[wowcool]

[His smile is gone. It's a bizarre look for Anaido.]

I don't know. Who did they catch?

hi new ghosties!

[illfatedgirl]

[It doesn't surprise her at all that they have some new ghost pals, but it still saddens her anyway.]

This must have been a very difficult week for all of you. I'm sorry.

[deadened]

It must be... harder on everyone else.

[surviving can be a lot rougher than dying, he's intimately familiar with that.

a tiny shake of his head-- he frowns, reaches up to it like he's making sure it's still there, and seems reassured. it seems repaired somehow...? he'll take it.]

ghost host with the most

[chemicalize]

[Well this is a lot of you. But she smiles anyway and tries to be as cheerful as she can in these times.]

It's nice to meet you. Though...it would be nicer if it wasn't like this, but this place isn't so bad. I can give you a tour if you'd like. [Hm.]

[deadened]

It's... nice to meet you too.

[he's a polite zombie! wen ning offers her a little bow, there.]

...is it very different?

[presumably he hasn't had time to go see the differences, so!!]

[wowcool]

[He feels like he wants to throw up.]

[Anaido makes his way to the courtyard to sit near the fountain. He slept here before, when it was nothing but some ruins. It's gorgeous now.]

[But to him, right now, gorgeous doesn't matter. He takes off his jacket and just covers his head, pulling his knees to himself and rocking a bit.]

I shouldn't be here.

[You can hear him murmuring to himself, somehow deathly serious - its very uncharacteristic of the bright, joyful man that was fingergunning everyone when alive.]

I...shouldn't be here...

[deadened]

[-oh. this seems bad? wen ning's concerned to see anaido here at all, but especially in this sort of state.

he hesitantly steps forward, kneeling next to anaido, reaching out to gently set a hand on his shoulder.]

I don't think... any of us really should be.

[he's not going to bother asking if he's okay when he's clearly, you know, not.]

enter shinjiro's tagalong

[patisse]

[Belial leans in to drape an arm over Shinjiro's shoulder. "Did they actually catch someone involved," asks Shinjiro, to which Belial jovially answers:]

Does it matter? In the end, the numbers haven't changed.

[He lifts his head to appraise the newcomers. The corners of his lips lift as he looks at each new face.]

But we could have done far worse. We've got ourselves a wonderful batch this time around.

[And now, moving on to the victims of the hour!]

Welcome to the other side. You've heard all about it from the girls, I'm sure.

If you're feeling tired, there's a spa right around the corner. How about a field trip? Nothing says bonding like good ol' skinship. We can take our time and get to know each other.

[cookingwithdog]

[ He just immediately drives an elbow into Belial's ribcage, like it's a reflex action. ]

[deadened]

I don't think... it would do me much good.

[considering he's a zombie and all... but hello, ghost he met before. wen ning looks him over a little curiously.]

Oh... I'm sorry we couldn't meet properly, before. My name is Wen Ning.

[a slight bow, there.]

[wowcool]

[He just stares at him for a moment.]

What, is the spa actually working?

[guidedog]

Oh?

OH?!

[she's! patting herself down in shock!!]

What in the world is...?! How can I be...!?

But, but...! I died...

[won't someone comfort the smol and distressed pupper???]

[patisse]

[Belial appears from behind and tenderly pats Isabelle on the back of her head.]

How, indeed? The island works in mysterious ways. But rest assured, your death wasn't an illusion. You really did die that night.

[deadened]

You, too...?

[what the heck WHY IS THIS CUTE DOG DEAD? his face falls a little, seeing her here-- they might not have met, but it's absolutely not something she deserved.]

I'm... sorry that you're here, as well.

[cookingwithdog]

[ .... that's a puppy. ahhhHHH. ]

Yeah. You're definitely dead, same as the rest of us.

[targon]

[ Pretend I posted this yesterday. Zoe is here! She does not seem upset about dying anymore. Because she's fine! Look how fine she is! ]

Yaaaay, now we can play some more!

[ Zoe you just got murdered for murder, stop. ]

[deadened]

You aren't... bothered?

[by being dead? by being picked to die, apparently?? zoe are you okay.

he looks a little more confused than he does concerned.]

trial spectating/commentary

[deadened]

[well. being able to still see the living is definitely something wen ning has taken some advantage of, so of course he's here to watch the proceedings. even if he can't offer any support... he wants to be here.

and then the first fuckin thing that happens is apparently FLAYN DYING what the fuck. one hand lifts, hesitates, falls again-- there's nothing any of them can do, of course, especially the dead. but-]

Miss Flayn...

[she was nice to him, she doesn't deserve this??]

1/2

[fishingforcompliments]

Yes?

2/2

[fishingforcompliments]

[






wait. he didn't speak in waka, which means--]

...oh.

[wowcool]

[Just sidling up to Wen Ning to watch with him. Hello. :)]

Oh... [Wow. At the trial? Yikes.] Are they almost to eleven with her death...?

EXECTION POPCORNING

[fishingforcompliments]

[well, this is a lot]

[fishingforcompliments]

[Flayn looks distinctly uncomfortable with how all of this is shaking out, honestly.]

...Dimitri...