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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Comments

[niceguyferatu]

a.

[ Vlad stumbles out of the pool and examines the room around him for a moment. Then, feels under his neck where there used to be a gaping wound. Nothing.

Also nothing is: his clothes! Goosebumps form on his skin and he looks down. ]

Well, this certainly isn't the afterlife I thought it would be.

b.

[ Later once he's actually clothed in this hideously lumpy outfit (but instead of a skirt, wearing shorts like these that end just above the knee), he'll spend some time exploring the area, holding his head up high and his back straight like a dignified man who did not show up naked and is not currently outfitted in this horrific mess.

When he walks into the residential building, his nose wrinkles in disgust. ]

Well, now this is just adding insult to injury.

a im not a coward

[holeful]

[Surely Vlad expected to see the hole man here, though.]

Ah, Mr Vlad. You're here too.
[Just not reacting to the nudity it's nothing he hasn't seen before.]

you sure aren't

[niceguyferatu]

[ Turns around to see Fukuda and just. Blinks. In confusion for several moments. ]

Now how did you get here?

Was there a fourth death I wasn't aware of? ...or were you voted for?

[holeful]

The latter.

[Wait a second.]

How did you know there were three deaths?

[niceguyferatu]

Really? Well that's rather unfortunate. Perhaps you weren't lying about not being well-liked after all.

...I was the last of the three to die.

[holeful]

Mr Vlad... for you to know that, you must've been in both locations that murders took place.

What happened?
[He's... his tone is pretty serious.]

[niceguyferatu]

Aren't you the brilliant detective?

...although, I suppose if you were voted for, you must not have solved any of our murders. Mm, shame, really.

a

[notaccurate]

[Luca is YEETING HIMSELF OUT OF THE POOL and immediately running up to Vlad to punch him.

He doesn't even care that Vlad is naked anymore, he just wants some kind of justice here.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad is successfully decked! He tips over and crashes to the ground, and when he looks up to see who hit him, he glares in surprise. ]

What on earth was that for?!

[notaccurate]

Why the hell do you think it's for?! You LET ME DIE!

No, I take that back, you didn't just let me die: you stood around with my murderer and ate my food while watching me bleed out!

[niceguyferatu]

Well, what else was I supposed to do? Try to drag you off to the med bay and leave myself defenseless with you in my hands?! Let the food go to waste when I needed the energy to fight off my own attackers?!

What, pray tell, would you have done in my position?!

[notaccurate]

They couldn't even hurt you! All they were doing was shredding your clothes! If you were impervious to damage you could have at least run away for help! Omi and Yuri were literally next door!

[niceguyferatu]

And you think they could've been woken up?! It's been three weeks of people being murdered gruesomely around us while we sleep with none of us stirring at all!

Don't you get it? We were on our own. All I could do was try to fight them to submission or exhaustion before they got me first.

b

[bachelorbored]

Don't mind the blood—it's mine, and perfectly safe.

[kaz says this with zero context, and walks on by carrying what appears to just be a jar of peanut butter.

the couch in question, the only one not destroyed is absolutely soaked in it.]

Re: b

[niceguyferatu]

[ ...oh god, just when he thought he was free of Kaz. Now he's stuck here with him for possibly forever. He slumps and drags a hand down his face. ]

And why is it soaked in blood, exactly?

[bachelorbored]

[he pauses, mid walk, and considers, unscrewing the peanut butter jar to eat a scoop of it.]

I was shot, unfortunately. Twice. You'll achieve no prizes for correctly guessing the perpetrator.

[niceguyferatu]

...and you just left the couch as is?

[bachelorbored]

It makes a nice statement piece, don't you think?

a

[brightred]

Put some clothes on!

[niceguyferatu]

I'd love to, if I had any!

[brightred]

Well go find some! No one wants to look at your pathetically tiny cock!

[notaccurate]

Ten minutes, Grell.

That's how long I was forced to watch him fight naked while I bled out on the floor. Ten.

[It was more like two minutes, Luca is just being a big baby.]

[brightred]

How terrible. And he wasn't even successful.

[niceguyferatu]

My cock is perfectly respectably sized! And I'll go find some clothes as soon as you tell me where to find some!

[brightred]

[Just.

Looks at his entire naked body.

Judging.]