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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MINI-EVENT | WEEK 6

[divus]

SECND TASK

Another day of quiet, bell-droning misery stretches on in The Landing. But then, suddenly, the calm is broken! Somewhere in the distance, Patience shrieks, and then suddenly she’s careening out of the Confessional, riding on the end of a wheeled rack of assorted costume pieces. She jumps off as it comes to a stop in front of the pews, holding her hands to her neck.

“Everyone! I have horrible news--Someone has stolen the offering dish!”

In fact, if anyone goes to check, they’ll see the space that it occupies within the temple is empty. After that initial shock has landed, Patience pulls out a small wooden box from one of her sleeves. “I thought we could take this opportunity to play a game in order to solve the mystery! Come here, come here, I have something for everyone!”

In this mini-event, characters will be given assigned roles to fulfil in a game of whodunit. Although it’s very possible someone actually, literally stole the offering dish, the task is only to determine which fictional, randomly generated character is responsible for the crime. Patience will give everyone a slip of paper with their character assignment whether or not they want one so long as they approach her. Each character could have possibly stolen the offering dish, as each of you were seen going in or out of the temple at one point or another before it was reported as stolen. The question is how, who, or why? Don’t feel like playing along? That’s fine! She’s provided a lovely set of enchanted costume pieces to help people get into character. Anyone may wear whatever they choose, or maybe find themselves strapped into a pair of chaps by someone else more enthusiastic than they are. Either way, the result is the same: willing or unwilling, anyone who dons a costume accessory will feel more inclined to play their part.

Additional non-public information about your assigned character will be handed out via direct message!

TALK TO PATIENCE

[divus]

[She'll answer questions. Will they be helpful answers? Eh. Debatable.]

[selfimmolates]

You can give us costumes but not, I dunno, a better living space? Really?

[artificialhighness]

[She... looks distinctly amused.]

Well, we certainly can't do without our offering dish.

[It's one of their only sources and go-tos for entertainment, or whatever.]

I think everyone may have tired of mystery by now, however. I hope you've brought something new to the table.

[hymned]

Any other secrets you're keeping in that completely normal confessional there?

[ where did this costume rack come from really, is the real ground missing some costumes now ]

[requiemed]

Why are you doing this?

[selfimmolates]

Hey, am I allowed to accuse you of stealing the bowl?

WARDROBE

[divus]

[Post here to play around with your character looking at costumes and/or getting enchanted. You're free to have fun with whatever you imagine may be available!]

[requiemed]

[She's frowning as she goes through a selection of swimsuits - anyone nearby gets a small, thoughtful glance.]

Red or blue?

[goatsongs]

[Sorry to whoever's standing behind Chuuya in the wardrobe. Chuuya's not particularly careful about tossing the rejects aside, and one might hit you.]

No... no... no... perfect.

[He's holding up a school uniform, of course. Somehow it's in his size.]

[artificialhighness]

Is it particularly easy, do you think, to find romance in woolly clothes?

[Luna is contemplating the woolly mammoth side of the rack critically.

Also the French are supposed to be fashionable, how is she supposed to be fashionable all bundled up! She is holding a long pipe in one hand already, though.]

[arockstar]

[um so newt will be wearing this getup for the duration of the game but also it's definitely made for a child so the dress only falls to like his knees and he's still wearing his regular clothes, so.

but he's got the hat and is waving around a parasol.]

[selfimmolates]

[no]

[hymned]

[ for the duration of this.... trial........ in more ways than one maybe julius will be looking like uh, this. he's a perfectly respectable bank teller, thank you, though for whatever reason (it was patience) he has a surprisingly well crafted sock puppet of a dog on one hand.

all things considered he may or may not just be wearing the hat and jacket over his regular button-up and waistcoat, though he's lost his usual white coat for now. ]

[in_a_bottle]

[Ai picks up some stylish clothes -- wait, those are medical scrubs?]

I know it's often better to go with the stereotype for a costume than with something realistic, but it's also cute, and besides, it is just a game.

ASSIGNMENTS

[divus]

[Post here to get a character assignment from Patience! I meant to have this toplevel be above the wardrobe one but I'm dumb,]

[goatsongs]

[does he get a cute detective outfit some of his castmates do and it's adorable]

[requiemed]

[i’m so here for this]

[arockstar]

[newt will play just because patience is so hype about it.]

[selfimmolates]

[fine, if only because he wants the offering bowl back :/ ]

[artificialhighness]

[meeee]

[hymned]

[ julius, for better or for worse, is prone to indulging people so here we are now ]

ACCUSATIONS

[divus]

[Who done done it?]

DISCUSS

[divus]

[Just have fun, go wild! Accuse your friends!]

RESULTS

[divus]

[Suddenly, just like before, Patience is screaming. The little box she was holding her character-theme notecards in clatters, and she stares between two that she has remaining in her hands.]

Well, no wonder you weren't making any headway! I totally didn't get anyone assigned as the culprit!

[She'll just call that a party foul and re-summon up the offering bowl from where ever it was that it had been stolen to. For the sake of, uh, being able to communicate.]