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

oh my gosh gmail notifs no

[brightred]

Really, you're totally different people. I can appreciate both of you~

[commedia]

[ahhhhh]

A-are you just saying that, or...

[brightred]

I never "just say things", darling.

[commedia]

[JUST KIND OF SPEECHLESS. HOW DO THEY RESPOND TO THIS]

[brightred]

[Reaching out and patting them on the pecs. There, there.]

[commedia]

[PLEASE DON'T TOUCH THEM THERE THEY ARE A BIT HOT AND BOTHERED]

[brightred]

Well, now that you're here, I suppose you should get settled. Everything's terrible here, but you already know that.

[commedia]

I know...Fukuda showed me where we were staying, earlier.

[brightred]

[Looks them over...]

Did he show you where to get new clothing?

[commedia]

Yes he did, but he said they were uncomfortable...

[brightred]

That's entirely beside the point. No one wears clothes because they're comfortable.

[commedia]

You don't? Why?

[brightred]

[Looks... at the clown costume.....]

Everyone wears clothes to look good.

[commedia]

Well, if you're uncomfortable, what's the point...

[brightred]

... I just said it. The point is to look good.

[commedia]

How do you know what looks good though?

[brightred]

... I'm nearsighted, not blind.

[commedia]

N-no, I mean, how does one just...know?

[brightred]

... is that why you dress like that? Because you don't know how to dress yourself?

[commedia]

[WINCING, WOW]

No, these colors are good...i-it doesn't mean I can't...

[brightred]

It's all right to need some help. Some people just don't have a sense of fashion.

[commedia]

[..........wilting........]

It's not like I have a true sense of modern sensibilities, Miss Grell...

[brightred]

Don't worry, I can help you~ You'd look stunning in a proper suit~

[She's just going to lead the way. To the thrift store!]

[commedia]

What, you will-? Ah!

[HEEEEY WAIT DON'T GO WITHOUT THEM...just following along...]

[brightred]

Of course! What sort of clothing do you normally wear, other than... that?