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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SUNDAY W3 - DEAD CONTINUE TELLING TALES DESPITE LYING MEDIA

[bachelorbored]

[late sunday, kaz is still sitting on the couch, but this time, he's

writing?

oh my god he's

he's actually doing something

if you look closer, it's actually a list, written CLUE-style: person, place, object—for each of the dead.

BEAU & TAMAKI: RIP (I was asleep), they're not here
ME: ming yi (asshole!), my bedroom, a wire and a shovel?????
HK-47: gravity
GRELL: primrose, circus, fall & fire???
STEVEN:
VLAD: ate croissants?
LUCA:
FUKUDA: RIP (I was asleep)
DOUMAN:
OMI:
LAW: RIP (I was asleep)

after considering his list another moment, he takes the spoon out of his nearby mug, and starts banging it against the side.]

Hey! All of the dead people! Would you please come here for a minute?

[brightred]

[Oh here's Grell suddenly.]

You didn't pay any attention, did you?

[bachelorbored]

Attention to what? I've been pretty busy.

[brightred]

Busy sleeping. [Grell you were busy making out with Fukuda last trial watch.]

[housewolf]

[It's loud enough it summons him over.]

What's up?

[bachelorbored]

Hey! Omi!

How did you die, where, and who killed you, please!

[housewolf]

In the kitchen, Douman poisoned me with some soup.

[holeful]

[Fukuda is lying on the floor nearby. He does not get up.]

What is it?
[He just barely raises his head.]

[bachelorbored]

How did you die, anyway?

[holeful]

Ah... In the execution we were given syringes that would freeze us from the inside out, but I didn't want Omi to have to do that, so I injected it myself.

[notaccurate]

[He sees that list. The fuck is a Clue.]

Endorsi killed me, though Mahito helped her. She used a carving fork and a knife.

Also I'm pretty sure Vlad died the same way too, by the same people.

[niceguyferatu]

Mmm, yes, Endorsi and Mahito worked together to get us both. Although I was eventually done in more by Mahito, using a scalpel.

[notaccurate]

After he cut off your clothes.

[Things Luca wants to drink to forget: Vlad's rock hard log.]

[bachelorbored]

What the fuck--uh, at two things!

First, how'd you know what I was going to ask?

Secon, what the fuck! A carving knife and fork!? You're not a Christmas goose!

[commedia]

[JUST JERKS IN PLACE, NERVOUSLY]

U-uh, yes?

[bachelorbored]

Right, uh... how'd you die?

[why does he feel bad about this suddenly]

[niceguyferatu]

Eating croissants did not kill me.

...do you seriously still have no idea who killed Steven?

[kokytos]

Why do you assume Kaz would know anything at all?

[bachelorbored]

Did you kill him?

I didn't know you reflexes were still agile enough, considering age wear and tear....

[kokytos]

Can you come up with a less obnoxious way to do this?

[bachelorbored]

I don't have a bell or anything, otherwise I'd just use that! [he assumes he's just talking about the mug thing.]

Anyway! Death! Who, what, where!

[nodo]

[ law just died and now he's tired as fuck.... ]

What kind of list is this?

[bachelorbored]

I'm making a list of how who, what, and where! Murder stuff! You know, like in CLUE!

Maybe we'll get a prize if we get them all right!

[executeprogramming]

Explanation: The meatbag designated "Tamaki" died after suffering extensive injuries incurred by bludgeoning and concussive impacts against the walls and furnishings.

Conjecture: I did not check at the time, but given the final state of his body, I assume he died of blood loss, shock, or rupturing of internal organs.

[bachelorbored]

What the fuck.

I don't even know why I'm surprised, considering how many times you've shot me in the ass, but... actually, no, that's a great question—why didn't you shoot him in the ass?