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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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[ He looks amused. ]
I think you're misunderstanding the assignment. It's about these actions coming from the people you love and care for, not just anyone in the world.
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this is where law will look confused himself?? all of the sudden?? because hello??? his kneejerk reaction was one that wouldn't be helpful in this situation.
h...hmm..?? ]
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How about I explain it better to you later?
[ SAVE ME FROM PAGE STRETCHERS I CANT DO THIS IN THE GRAVEYARD ]
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What does that mean?
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[ STOP JUST BECAUSE IT'S NOT THE WORST DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT BAD ]
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It means, why does it have to be later? What's the point?
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Fine, fine. [ Since he's conveniently at the laptop, he'll Google and pull up the love language test. Or one of them, anyway. ]
They're called "love languages" for a reason. It'd be pointless if it counted for actions anyone did for you, or actions you did for anyone. Otherwise, every single surgeon in the world would have "physical touch" as one of their top languages, and I doubt that's true.
Also, it's not about how many people you touch, especially as a surgeon. It's about how much importance you put on people you like touching you, like through hugs and kisses and the like. In the case of "physical touch" examples, anyway.
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Alright, and this...is supposed to help?
[ he doesn't know the word for "web page" or anything close to it. i weep. he is also getting more skeptical about it all. ]
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[ Steven opens two tabs, one for singles and one for couples (LMAO). Steven blazes through the answers. Sorry if you're not a fast reader, Law.
And he gets a blue endscreen. For both of them. ]
Well, I guess there you have it. Your turn.
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[ law's a faster reader but given the fact that this is a website and he's not going to be level of tech savvy he might be lost for a hot second or more with trying to read and decide for himself. ...not that he doesn't get the chance with his own results.
and when it's his turn, he's going to take much longer because wow! he has never thought of this before but eventually we'll get there and it's comical. (please look how high touch is ranked. it's so funny.) couples and as a single person because steven did the same??? ]
So, that means you like it more when someone does things for you?
[ and law is a simple man who just wants people to spend time with him.... ]
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Quality time, huh? I can see that for you. And then physical touch and acts of service next, huh.
Looks like neither of us care all that much about presents, though.
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Might as well suit us just fine; it's not as though there are plenty of "gifts" just out and about to be given away. [ which is not to imply that law would shower steven with gifts given the opportunity. ]
...and words affirmation as the choice second for you. [ ... ] I wouldn't have guessed that one.
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[ About Law not expecting it. He glances back at the laptop screen and reaches out to tab back to his own results, just for posterity. ]
Well... I guess the notion of reassurance is nice.
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[ ..... and. he's. just going to stare at steven for a while in contemplation...
hmmmm.....
then just...casually in the most sincere but blunt way possible: ]
I like it when I get to hear you laugh. Not that polite one you put on for everyone but the other one.
[ "when you're being a bit of a bastard" but it's nice week and he can't say that part. ]
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Are you enjoying yourself? [ "You fucker?" ]
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I was being serious.
[ and testing out if it was real or not?? was he really weak to words like that?? ]
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"Reassurance" is stuff like... you know, telling me I do a good job. Checking in on me. Probably, stuff like that. [ Just some stuff he comes up with off the top of his head... ]
Not just, suddenly saying things like that out of the blue. Though, noted...
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this whole scene playing out must be something else because law is just going to be on some level of confused. not that he's oblivious of it but that seemed a bit...weird for him to do out of the blue. or more importantly, why is he considering this so earnestly? also!! weren't compliments included that!!! what the hell steven. ]
So, like when I complimented your cooking.
[ ""complimented"". ]
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Go back.
[ GO BACK. ]
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Go back?
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Hmm, what were we talking about again? [ CLOSES THESE TABS!!!! BACK TO THE YACHT RAMMING INTO THE PORT!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]
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Really?
[ actually? you know what? if steven wants to behave like this then law is going to not be the bigger person here. he totally could continue being the "adult" here but what if he didn't? and as such he's going to have a seat on steven's lap. this is fine right?
yeah. also this thread is over 110 comments long and i don't think anyone is gonna go this far in. ]
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AND HELLO? WHY ARE YOU IN HIS LAP NOW? ]
Law. [ In that borderline teacher voice. What are you pulling here? ]
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he is; fuckin' deal with it. he's just gonna be vibing in his lap with this sort of vibe to it all. law will have all of the energy of a cat who will just decide that This Is The Place that they're going to sit so fucking deal with it. ]
I thought we were just doing whatever we wanted?
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Steven does let go of the laptop and stuff if only to hold onto Law lightly, as this kind of posture demands of him. Just looking up at him reproachfully. ]
I think we're doing plenty enough. [ POINT. ] Are you trying to get some physical affection points? [ It ranked fairly high for both of them. ]
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