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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TALK TO DESPAIR

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[within this place, you'll be able to find despair lingering much of the time. they aren't present at all times, but this seems to be where they spend a decent amount of it-- and when you awake, you will find them waiting outside of that first building as you exit.]

Ah, I see you made it intact. Good-- I do hope you don't believe death is any excuse to stop working.

[and, with a wave of one clawed hand:]

Go on, go on. Explore to your hearts' content, and then you may ask questions.

[they'll be waiting here for you when you're ready.]

WEEK 1 SUNDAY

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[welcome, welcome. looks like you're the first ones here! wherever you look, you will not find any signs of beauregard or tamaki... weird.

despair will be present for questions, and they are not wearing their robes.

he looks pretty similar to this-- the wings are made of crystalline black feathers and always held so that only the outside of the wings are visible (and don't have the masks from the picture.) his hair is pure white, and the silver spires of a crown appear to grow directly from his head. markings in deep blue trail down his face and presumably extend under the collar of his clothes, and his eyes are blue and starry.

he doesn't offer any further introduction, though, even with his face exposed. he'll just raise a brow when any of you approach.]

Well? What is it?

[brightred]

[gross, she's still aware of her surroundings and this place sucks]

Are you the only avatar here? Or will we be seeing more from the others shortly?

[probe]

I believe that will be their choice. For the time being, however, I will be here.

[bachelorbored]

[kaz just. stares.]

Oh, it's nothing.

[...

ok no he's going to say it. he has to say it. he HAS to ask:]

Are my eyes going to get all fucked up like that, too?

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[despair just... stares at him, for a few moments.]

...No. They are not.

[executeprogramming]

[HK has had little reason to interact with the Avatars aside from the one assigned to him, so for his first direct interaction with Despair it's best to make the right impression:]

Query: Will you simply regenerate when dealt lethal harm, as well? That is what was observed in the other location with your compatriots. [hmm]

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It is curious that you think you will be given the opportunity to learn.

[look, he has a few guesses why the robot would be asking these things, and as a preemptive measure-- he snaps his fingers, and hk will find himself drained of motivation. specifically the motivation to commit violence.]

There. I believe that will make for a simpler interaction.

WEEK 2 SUNDAY

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[hello again, graveyard. despair has still been missing, but he does reappear later sunday, after the execution! after he does, those in the graveyard will find that damages to the setting have been repaired.

you'll find him near the blood pool building or in the viewing room, largely, but you do all also get an announcement following his arrival. also please refer to the w1 toplevel for his appearance, i made mistakes not putting it in the main header.]

I suppose expecting you to control yourselves somewhat was too much to ask? Do bear in mind that the more damage you cause to this place, and the more I am required to set right, the lower your chances are of acquiring anything else you might wish to demand.

Now, if there is aught else you wish to speak of, you may ask.

[no promises about answers, but he is back on duty.]

[notaccurate]

[That sure is an appearance!]

...well. I'll do my best, but I can't make promises for the others.

Hello, by the way.

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[it absolutely is! he doesn't really try to hide any of it, though, save for keeping his wings folded. the underside is basically never visible.]

I'm well aware none of the more reasonable of you can make promises, but perhaps you may still make an effort.

[contain these gremlins, thanks.]

Valentino, was it?

[bachelorbored]

Listen, I know it's your thing and all, but I'm really asking nicely: can we please have food that doesn't taste like beauty products? I'm despairing, okay?

[probe]

I do believe I told you last time that you ought to indulge more, while you are here. Perhaps that will assist you in what you desire.

[holeful]

[Fukuda is stupid and hasn't really ever talked to Despair, so;]

... Who are you?
[He needs the symbols. He is not that observant.]

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[he raises a brow, at that.]

There are only so many of us who speak in particular ways, not to mention the wings. Or are we truly so mysterious with our faces covered?

[niceguyferatu]

[ when he's in his new hideous outfit: ]

...Hmm.

It must be quite a feat, fitting all of that under that cloak of yours. Is seeing you without it a privilege only for the dead?

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I have never fully tried-- it would be quite ridiculous to cover these.

[the wings are always out, otherwise despair would just be a blob of fabric.]

This is the only place I go without it so freely, though, yes.

[kokytos]

[ Hey Despair. What's up?

Steven walks up to him with his hands in his pockets. It's a maybe-familiar scene, except Steven's replaced his suit with a slightly oversized and not-so-snappy grey hoodie, but it works and not covered in blood. It's fine, he makes it work. He joins him in the crystalline viewing room, silently looking up at the observations before speaking. ]

Is this what you meant, by calling the purple hazy room "familiar"?

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Not exactly. The space that it reminded me of was quite different from this.

[he gives steven a sidelong glance, but his attention is largely on observation, still.]

WEEK 3 SUNDAY

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[as usual, despair will be present for questions, and they are not wearing their robes. this time i will include the description bc i was a fool not to put it in the first header.

he looks pretty similar to this-- the wings are made of crystalline black feathers and always held so that only the outside of the wings are visible (and don't have the masks from the picture.) his hair is pure white, and the silver spires of a crown appear to grow directly from his head. markings in deep blue trail down his face and presumably extend under the collar of his clothes, and his eyes are blue and starry; a dark, glittering liquid leaks from them constantly now, largely following the existing tear-track marks.

he can be found hanging around the crystal observation room, largely.]

Ah, more of you. You may ask, if you have questions, but you may also still send messages to the other Avatars.

[please feel free to bother them instead of him at any time.]

[bachelorbored]

So... have you re-considered my tempting offer of a telegram?

[probe]

No, I have not. There is still no communication, Kaan.

[niceguyferatu]

Do all the Avatars have the ability to come here, or is it just you and Sloth?

[probe]

If you intended to ask one to visit, you could certainly try.

[commedia]

[Ah...Douman blinks up, nervously, at the figure, before bowing their head respectfully.]

It is a pleasure to meet you...Despair, wasn't it?