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THE GRAVEYARD
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."
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!
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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[She sighs.]
They aren't very good at vague.
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[and then he scoffs at senri doxxing ludger possibly having cursed yu. yeah, given how ludger acted last trial, ray suspected.]
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What a douchebag.
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[on a happier note—]
... I don't think she's going to win still, but Love is more popular than I expected.
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[Anyways—]
I don't think she will either, but... It's nice to see. She deserves it.
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[love stans!!]
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i'm so sorry jan
[But anyways, as this and this happen...
She pauses for a moment, like she's finally realizing something, and then in a surprised and slightly confused voice:]
Oh my god. Maybe I do have bad taste.
[PRIORITIES, ZOE]
weeps
Zoe. Is now really the time.
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He's got heart and guts, not brains. I can assure you it was a stupid move of desperation rather than anything actively malicious, though I don't think anyone could have predicted Yu's reaction to it, considering the ability description says nothing about it.
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... It's not a great look for Ludger that he's not only friends with my killers and aligned with the same god, but all right, I'll buy it.
[he can buy ludger being a moron, apparently]
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If he'd known about Catra and Entraptra when that happened... It would have been much more obvious. He's no good at keeping secrets- Yu, Estelle, Catra, and Luna would all have known this already.
No one can say he's the best judge of character, but he means well, and was hardly the only one to have been friends with those two.
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[just the people he knew who would choose him over those two, which was. a pretty limited group.]
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okay so julius definitely has certain associations.
he just wanted to clear that up about ludger, okay. his baby brother is an idiot, not a douchebag. ]
Your alliance, for lack of a better word, was very close-lipped about any evidence in the trial following your death, [ and others. ] even glossing over some things that might have normally merited further examination if biases and people purposely protecting others weren't involved. While there might be fairly strong bonds in your ingroup, anyone outside of it was only asked to trust them, which is quite a heavy request.
I have no doubt that both that and Jude's death were what pushed him into such a... hasty decision.
[ bc julius has definitely criticized ludger's timing even directly after it happened bc he had Suspicions. ]
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Just acknowledging that a lot of people liked Catra and Entrapta. I wouldn't have blamed their friends for supporting them. Doesn't mean I have to like them, but we're all playing the game.
I don't know what Senri said during my trial, but I know he's naive and unreasonable. Trust me, no one's told him that more often than I have.
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No, that's fine. It's a sound decision, and I'm not trying to say you weren't justified in making it. It's just that I've been telling Ludger for weeks not to make any unnecessary enemies, but. Well.
Obviously I should just tell him not to open his mouth so often instead.
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That sounds pretty likely, honestly. He's mild-mannered enough, usually, but stubbornly loyal, and probably is more likely to dig his heels in whenever someone challenges him in the way Senri's done.
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It took him some time to find that conviction of his, though. I can't say that I'm disappointed to see it, just that, perhaps...
[ it could have been wielded better, but hey. ludger's alive, and doesn't seem to much the worse for wear, so he shrugs instead of finishing the statement. ]