GRAVEYARD ✨
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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[For some reason he has his camera here, and honestly? There isn’t that much to do in a place like this. There’s the office, and the bar. It had to be worse before now. So he’s out and about, camera in hand and taking location shots. Maybe if they don’t get used as fuel, he’ll be able to develop them and give them to Tsuzuru for atmospheric inspiration. The look of this city brings to mind some of the post apocalyptic plays.
Maybe you want him to take a picture of you. That’s fine too.
He seems a little out of it as he snaps a picture and moves along. ]
II. Office
[Catch him in the office and pulling up some forums. He’s pretty sure this is standard youtube, but something is better than nothing and he’s so bored. There’s a kitchen here, but since everything tastes just enough like chalk, he doesn’t want to spend the time actually cooking.
The TV is on, but he’s only glancing at it occasionally. Not much to see on a Thursday morning.]
More than one way to check on the living around here, huh? Maybe they want us to keep tabs.
III. Indulgences? Hauntings?
[Have something in mind?]
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Omi? Are you alright?
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Hey Luca, would you mind being a photography subject for a bit? You're handsome, I'd love to take a few of you.
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I'm dealing with the realization we're ship fuel.
[Is he?]
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[He sighs and fusses at his hair, tucking a bit of it back.]
If it's any consolation, Lust seems to think that only our bodies are fuel, not our souls.
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Luca... How is that better?
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[He doesn't sound convinced.]
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[It's pretty strained, honestly.]
Hard to say if those are really our bodies.
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[He can see it's troubling Omi, so.]
Perhaps it's not as bad as we're imagining.
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Alright. What do you think is going to happen?
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Don't you have to worry about that running out of film?
[ because those are the only kind of cameras he's used to? actually they use den den mushis for that....hm i'm just going to ignore one piece logic for a bit. ]
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No, this is a digital camera. I just need to be a bit careful about the battery running out.
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How long is the battery for it?
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[ aka the gojou photos he's sure that omi has. ]
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... Yeah.
[He does still have them, they haven't gone anywhere.]
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[ that's soft and gay.......but also law understands so he's not gonna comment on it. ]
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I think I'm the only person who ended up with a camera. Honestly, I'm surprised it's here to begin with. Uh. Not that I'm complaining.
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Gojou had a phone that could take better photos than the one we were given here.
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Did you two use that as well?
[ the roundabout way of asking if gojou also has selfies for himself. ....since law....has himself a few selfies... ]
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[Nice, clear, crisp pictures.]
There might be a copy of it still on the ship? It's hard to say.
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