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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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I knew there was something suspicious about that woman.
[No Ogata you're just paranoid.]
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I have not eaten anything that Shinobu has prepared since the beginning of the first week. She had no opportunity to cause my death!
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[Ms "I ate more than my fair share of fruit"]
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[she frowns and shakes her head]
Others would have grown ill if she had poisoned fruits at random. She must be lying.
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[The idea of her doing it to protect her comrade Giyuu is lost on him.]
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THAT JUST MAKES FLAYN FROWN.]
Have you never had a comrade you would lie to protect?!
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[Ogata has no friends.]
If it just put me in danger in their stead what would that accomplish?
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[He seems? Genuinely resentful? Which is odd for him.]
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[Also caring is definitely fake and he doesn't believe in it.]
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oh. well, honestly, that mindset just seems lonely - some of the anger bleeds out of her stance, but not all of it.]
People naturally become attached to one another. If you have not met anyone yet that you care for, or who cares for you... then I am deeply sorry. But there is nothing irrational about wishing for the safety of someone you love.
[a beat.]
And clearly, that must be how she feels about him!
[not everything is a teen romance, flayn, but okay.]
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He looks down, hand rising to his head as it often does in situations like these.]
... Then I hope she's ready for the consequences of her poor choices.
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The little lady makes a fairly convincing argument. I'm curious to hear yours.
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Her attitude always felt like a facade to me. Besides, there's three of them here, and the fact that all of them are still alive only makes it more suspect.
[He thinks the KnYs are the masterminds basically.]
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[He cants his head to the side.]
Then why drop that façade now? Look—she's even making a case against herself.
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[All supplied in a far too casual manner. But really, this all doesn't matter much to him, now that he's dead.]
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Either way, one more death doesn't change the fact that Jungle Camp's favorite knew something the others didn't. It won't be easy for him to buck suspicion now.
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He knew something no one else did?
[He must've missed that.]
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Don't be like that.
I'm just saying, even if those girls jump in for him, he won't survive to the end. If what you're saying is true, the butterfly woman's been conning everyone since the beginning. She could've said nothing last night; instead, she gave them reason to be suspicious. Doesn't that strike you as strange?
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[He's quiet for a long moment.]
I suppose I just think it would be convenient for me if all three of them were behind this.
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