THE GRAVEYARD

[divus]

THE LANDING

You’re having an out of body experience. That’s how it starts, dying. There isn’t any pain anymore, and for a moment, not much of anything else. Your thoughts are a dim hum in the back of your brain, the tips of your fingers seem miles away. Despite that, you find yourself moving, moving, moving from the last place you were in your own body and forward, until you reach a door that you haven’t seen since the beginning of the game. A door that wouldn’t open. A door cold to the touch and seeping with mist. It opens before you, and as if of someone else’s design you walk through it. As it closes behind you, you get the distinct feeling that if you turned around, you’d find it vanished.

What takes up most of your attention, however, is the tolling of church bells. They clang in rhythmic, almost maddening persistence--seems you’re just going to have to try and ignore them, as they show no signs of slowing or stopping, wherever they are.

Once the cacophony becomes easier to manage, the bong, bong, bonging evening out to a pulse inside your ears, you realize that where you are seems to be a world that's incomplete. The floor is nothing but a landing of invisible matter, a spooled red carpet leading you to a few rows of pews and a lone confessional.

You will notice, immediately ahead of you, a cute little mailbox fit for a suburban home. It bids you welcome, though the cheery paint job is a bit muted in this dark place.

Simple and neat furnishings dot the edges of where the landing seems to be: railings mark the unseen edges and draperies and sconces float in the void, giving an illusion of walls. Be careful, however, because they can easily be fallen through if leaned against. Fortunately, someone seems to have kept that in consideration, as a helpful sign warns just this.

On one side of the confessional, a room with bookshelves, a writing table, and pens and paper has been provided: a minimalist study for when you need a bit of privacy to think. On the other side, a wing of dorm-sized, lockable bedrooms provide another bit of space to oneself. There may not be enough for everyone, but nobody really has to sleep--so just take turns!

To the left of the pews, it looks like a miniature bar has been crafted with a small but decent selection of drinks. There's a small television seated on the counter, but it only seems to ever work two times a week: the week's opening announcement on Monday mornings, and Saturdays, tuning in at the beginning of the trial and tuning back out again at its conclusion. There's also a piano to one side of the bar, allowing anyone to provide musical accompaniment to their drinking.

Perhaps most interestingly, an ornate black doorway at the far end of the room leads to a curving hallway that ultimately leads to what appears to be a temple. It's similar to the altar room they'll remember from the living side, but there are no power inscriptions, and the only furnishings are wavering, grayscale candles on the walls that never seem to burn low and great sculptures of leaping rams. The two black-marble statues meet in the center, curved horns joined above a platform, decorated with nothing but a lone offering bowl. The dark marble of the item is cracked, but it seems like it'll still get the job done. Try sending something, if you wish!

Maybe this place is meant to be more. But for now, Patience is the only notable figure you have to place your attention on, and she comes forward to welcome you immediately.

"Welcome to my dominion," she greets in her usual, cheerful candor, and points at your hand, where you hold your godly token. "Now that you've been eliminated, I'll take that back and return it on your behalf. Don't worry, though, I'm not leaving you empty handed."

OOC NOTES

Hello, eliminated competitors, and welcome to the graveyard. Although it isn't much to look at, now, this area will be growing and expanding in time with the help of your characters' actions and participation in weekly events. What they unlock will have an impact on the living side, overarching plot elements, and ways to communicate between both planes!

When it seems like there isn't much to do, there's always one option left: gathering information. So sit back, enjoy the afterlife, and put on your thinking cap!

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Comments

[goatsongs]

Hm. Truth?

[requiemed]

Worst decision you've ever made?

[...]

Addendum, worst decision that isn't a downer. Not trying to dredge up anything awful.

[goatsongs]

[Uhhh, maybe one that's only tangentially a downer?]

I used to visit my ex a lot.

[requiemed]

Do you not think it's a good idea to be friends with your ex?

[goatsongs]

Well, eventually she moved away because I was coming over and bugging her and my best friend too often, so apparently she didn't think so.

[requiemed]

Oh, yikes. That's... not great.

[goatsongs]

Yeahhh. It was a pretty awkward situation to start with, but the house calls didn't help.

[requiemed]

At least now you know better...? Also, truth.

[goatsongs]

Who's the cutest boy on the living side?

[requiemed]

[A pause.]

Depends how we're defining cute.

[goatsongs]

Handsome.

[requiemed]

Do gods count, or just other participants?

[goatsongs]

Just participants, Sincerity already told me who the hottest gods were. Besides Patience.

[requiemed]

What was the list? Out of curiosity.

[Also:]

If we’re going purely by looks, probably Yu.

[goatsongs]

Tie between Beauty and Disorder.

[fuck disorder though]

Not a bad pick.

[requiemed]

I haven’t seen either of them, so I can’t really say whether that’s true or not.

[A shrug.]

It was harder to pick than I thought.

[goatsongs]

Me neither, but I trust Sincerity to be sincere.

[otherwise that would be dumb!]

Truth me.

[requiemed]

Same question to you. Or - I guess, prettiest girl on the living side? Either one.

[goatsongs]

Mizuki.

[so it doesn't matter really]

[requiemed]

Ooh, excellent choice. They're great.

[goatsongs]

I have good taste.

[at least sometimes.]

Truth or dare?

[requiemed]

Let's go with truth again.

[goatsongs]

What was your first kiss like?

[requiemed]

[After a moment, she laughs.]

...Well, the first thing I said to him right after it was over was "what are you doing", so that probably tells you everything you need to know.

[goatsongs]

That's too cute.

[Kids.]