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

[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?

[commedia]

Oh, besides this? A simple jikitotsu or dofuku...

[They are ye olde....its all Heian era robes...]

[brightred]

... [she is british from the 1880s]

Well, we'll have to see what we can find. I think you'd look stunning in a pinstriped suit.

[commedia]

A...suit?

[HMMMM?]

[brightred]

[Gestures at her own suit.]

Like this, but with a better-fitted jacket, of course [Grell stole hers off a corpse, and her shoulders are too broad for it.] And we'll see what tie works best with your features.

[commedia]

...Tie? You mean the cloth that hangs from a collar?

[THERE'S SO MUCH TO LEARN]

[brightred]

Precisely! [She tugs lightly at the end of her bowtie with one gloved hand.]

I don't think you'd suit a bowtie... But something in a standard size might be too small for you.

[commedia]

[Just reaching forward to tug the bowtie, too.]

[They are a curious cat.]

[brightred]

[It comes untied!]

Oh my! Are you trying to undress me already? How forceful of you~

[commedia]

[INSTANTLY TURNS AS RED AS A TOMATO]

No, I just...I wanted to see..

[brightred]

[She laughs, and tugs the tie off the rest of the way and hand it to them. It's just a long ribbon, striped in red and white.]

I don't think these are your colors~

A tie is an important accessory in a proper man's wardrobe, you understand. And this is so much more interesting than a standard four in hand. [If she's going to be required to wear men's clothing as her uniform, she'll wear it her way.]

[commedia]

[They're still a little flustered and trying to save face, but they take the ribbon to look over.]

I...see? [WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT] If that's what you say...

[brightred]

[Taking her tie back after a few moments, to tie it back around her neck easily.]

So, we need to find you a jacket, a vest, a tie, trousers... I don't know what style collar would suit you best..

Oh... but the clothing selection here is depressing, it's a despair indulgence just walking into that store...

[commedia]

[A little sigh.]

Well, we do need to indulge to make things better, right? So maybe it won't be too bad.

[brightred]

I've been indulging in despair all week. [She says, with a huff. This week has been garbage.]

[commedia]

Oh, I'm...sorry? Maybe we should find other indulgences, then.