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getawaymods) wrote2020-04-16 10:33 pm
getawaymods) wrote2020-04-16 10:33 pm
GRAVEYARD;
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.
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!
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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[he actually looks kind of confused at that, his brow furrowing a little.]
The last thing I remember was... my head...
[he's found by now that he's clearly been repaired somehow, but a hand raises to his neck anyway as if to double check.]
Was I burned?
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Don't tell me they took your entire head? [Mirth creeps into his tone.] Your group's got an odd fascination with tearing each other apart.
As for you, the ruins where you supposedly went were on fire. Do you remember what happened?
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[it just sort of- stops, where he literally lost his head.]
But I don't remember a fire...
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[He shrugs.]
We're all dying to know what happened, but let's save that discussion for later. Contrary to what you might believe, you'll find rest for the weary here. Are you sure that you don't want to take a dip, even for a second?
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[he shakes his head slightly, there. sorry, belial, the zombie is going to be a hard sell.]
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For real?
No, that checks out. I've never seen you sleep. But you always made yourself scarce . . .
[Understandably so. People shun what they can't comprehend. Such is human nature.]
Surely you don't mind resting once in a while, though?
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[he's grown used to hiding out while the others stay at inns and so on... it's just a fact of life, when you're undead.]
And I try to keep myself busy. I don't like to... stay idle.
[he's just that type, but he also doesn't like being left alone with nothing to do.]
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[It all makes sense now. Maybe. Actually, that doesn't matter at all, but what he has to say next does matter to him.]
Such vigilance! It's a shame that every single one of us here died some time ago. But there's plenty of other things we could do with all that pent-up energy.
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[he doesn't really have energy, but okay, he's curious-- his head tilts.]
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[The definition of alive is vague with this one. He'll let Wen Ning determine that for himself.]