GRAVEYARD ✨

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POPULATION: GHOST TOWN

You die - and then you wake up.

For a second, it feels as though you can't breathe, and then your head breaks the surface. You crawl out of a pool of blood and into a large, crystalline room. Moving images play across the crystal walls, and if you watch close enough, you'll realize that you're seeing the land of the living; a familiar space station with familiar faces. You can watch these images for as long as you'd like - there are several very large benches (as in, you have to climb them to sit on them) around the room for you to rest on while you do.

Regardless of how you died, it seems as though you're not quite gone completely. You're in one piece, at least. That's good news. However, your surroundings are not exactly what you remember.

When you exit the first room, a bleak, empty city sprawls out ahead of you.

The city itself is large. The framework of it seems to tower higher and higher than you can see, up into the black opal sky that shivers and curls every so often. A river entirely made of blood runs through the city, winding around buildings and ending at the crystal room. The most noticeable thing about the buildings themselves is the fact that thorny vines made of pure white steel dig into the walls and floor, cracking the foundations.

The residential building is worn down and old. It's two floors, and has a few small studio apartments built for one or two people to live in. The beds are extremely uncomfortable. It has a communal area downstairs, but the TV is broken, and the couches are torn apart. Sometimes, this building feels obscenely hot in temperature, and smells like rotten eggs.

The grocery store is your typical convenience store. There's a large selection of food in this area, but it all tastes the same - like chalk. On top of this, every so often there will be bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and the displays. They change in size and location, each time you enter the store.

The clothing store is thrifty in nature. All the clothes here are uncomfortable and scratchy, and don't fit quite right. While you're here, time feels... weird. Distorted, almost dreamy. As you're picking out clothes and trying them on (no money needed, just take what you want), you swear you can hear a gunshot in the distance.

Enjoy your time in this city, and remember...your story isn't quite over yet.

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W2 nonsense

[brightred]

cooking
[Oh, no, this isn't actually someone cooking. This is someone throwing an opened bag of chex mix down the stairs with an inarticulate yell.]

clothing store
[Sorry if you were planning on a new outfit, Grell is apparently just having a temper tantrum in this thrift store. There's the sounds of crashing, the snarl of a chainsaw, things falling. Is this something you want to get involved in?]

wildcard
[This is a terrible, boring setting and Grell is terrible and bored. There's a lot of dramatic stomping around, throwing herself on what's left of the couches dramatically, announcing loudly how bored she is.....]

memshare notes
[there are some options here, if you want! We can do something with like, brief flashes of memory of other characters in snippets of conversation as things come up in the thread or more coherent memories, just let me know!

For some longer memories:
- zombies on the titanic
- a day at work
- meeting jack the ripper (cw: very messy murder, mentions of abortion and infertility)
- a romantic(??) moment]

HAUNT ATTEMPT......... T-MINUS 30 LET'S GO

[bachelorbored]

[kaz is comically hit with the chex mix, which goes fucking everywhere, as demands the rule of funny.]

Hey!

As if I haven't suffered enough this week?

[he's still going back up to return it to her though??]

[brightred]

We're all suffering! [She's standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, scowling.]

[bachelorbored]

Some of us are suffering more than others, though, don't you agree?

[brightred]

Of course I am! The food's terrible, the entire place is ugly and boring, and there aren't any hot guys here!

[bachelorbored]

Okay, but, only one of us got shot in the head. I think that makes a difference.

[he tastes the chex mix, makes a face, and passes it off to her.]

Yuck. Did you make this?

[brightred]

You got better, quit whining.

[And rude???]

Of course not! I have tastebuds!

[bachelorbored]

I got shot! Twice!

[he is the hardest done by here]

Then, have you made anything edible?

[brightred]

All of the ingredients taste like nothing! Have you been able to make anything edible?

[bachelorbored]

Of course not. HK-47 has been cooking.

[brightred]

And? Did he make anything edible?

[bachelorbored]

Oh, absolutely not, he's a murderbot. He just stabs things a lot, and says "done"!

But I could probably cook. If I had to. I made fondue? So.

[brightred]

Prove it.

[bachelorbored]

[he looks thoughtfully at the array of foods, and nods.]

Okay!

Competition for the best sandwich!

[brightred]

[Fine, let's go look at all the nonsense. MODS IS THERE EVEN A KITCHEN let's just say no. Sandwich competition on the table in the common room with a pile of ingredients.]

Who's judging?

[bachelorbored]

Us. We're the best judges of our own creation, don't you agree?

[he's struggling to open a bag of bread]

[brightred]

... all right. [She can rip open a bread bag she's got this.]

Five minutes, starting now.

[bachelorbored]

[oh is THAT how you do it

he rips the bag open from the top, and extracts two slices.]

Wait! Shouldn't it be a traditional hour!?

[brightred]

[She's already spreading mustard on a slice of bread. Too slow, toblerone.]

There's no tradition here!

[bachelorbored]

There should be!

[he's just

dumping jam on to it, no knife, we die like kings]

[brightred]

[It's..... sardine time here.]

Do you think I've ever done anything traditional in my life!?

[bachelorbored]

I'll make you taste the true glory of years of history!

[he has stuck an entire breadslice into a jar of peanut butter]

[brightred]

[Pickled onions now.]

True cuisine is all about innovation!

[bachelorbored]

What the fuck are you making?!

[brightred]

A sandwich.