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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locations ♦ taken ♦ profiles ♦ weekly curfew ♦ murder proposals
ic rulebook ♦ temple offerings ♦ private convos

Comments

REACTIONS??

[selfimmolates]

[... well. ray isn't sure what he expected, but hm.]

Congrats on them for not killing anyone this week, I guess...

[but he's with taka, what the fuck is this.]

[hymned]

... Corruption, huh.

[ he's from a jrpg this is fine. ]

[selfimmolates]

What even happened this week...?

[hymned]

You tell me?

At least it's looking like that other thing probably won't be too relevant, maybe.

[selfimmolates]

You say that, but there's always opportunity for our apparently standard last-half-hour trial drama.

[goatsongs]

What other thing?

[subtlety, chuuya has none]

[requiemed]

[Softly:]

What the actual fuck?

[selfimmolates]

Which part.

[requiemed]

All of it. Literally everything happening right now.

[selfimmolates]

[ray shrugs very helpfully.]

[goatsongs]

Seconded.

[this sure happened]

[requiemed]

I have so many questions.

[goatsongs]

Let me know if you figure out any answers.

[arockstar]

Uh...? Who the fuck is Pollen?

[he has like so many questions but that seems like the best place to start.]

And how much do you wanna bet this is all bullshit?

[selfimmolates]

No idea. I'm guessing Ambition's pet, or something.

You mean like some kind of stupid teambuilding activity?

[arockstar]

[..........]

Sure. Why not?

[this might as well be happening.]

Yeah, that's what I mean. Unfortunately. It's good to be dead, I suppose.

[selfimmolates]

[you come from a world with giant aliens, newt]

Guess we'll see whenever they finish. [a beat.] If they ever finish.

[with this group, there's always the distinct possibility they will, in fact, not.]

[hymned]

You say that like we haven't had our own fair share of stupid teambuilding activities.

[hymned]

[ also when ludger goes into his magical boy transformation julius sucks in a quiet breath through his teeth because mmmmmmmmm. ]

[in_a_bottle]

What's going on?

[hymned]

[ julius still looks a little uncomfortable, but it seems mainly with how much ludger is using it than anything about the actual form itself. ]

Nothing, hopefully. Or at least, I certainly hope these are just... recreations, and not the true powers themselves.

[ ludger shouldn't be able to access that high a level of chromatus, so maybe it's. fine? hm. ]

[goatsongs]

[Aside from the 'what the fuck actually' of this whole experience, Chuuya's just sitting here cheering on his kids like a mom at a soccer game.

Sorry, everyone else who has to deal with this the whole time.]

[requiemed]

[As soon as this happens, she's immediately backing away from the television and heading into one of the empty rooms, closing the door behind her.

Bye everyone!!]

[goatsongs]

[A little bit later amid the talk of fixing Connor's arm, follows to knock on the door. He doesn't need to come in, but-]

Connor's going to be okay, I just thought you should know.

[requiemed]

[From the other side of the door, loud enough to hear:]

Thanks.