graveyard...2

[mgtropes]

GRAVEYARD

Notice of an itinerary change—

Well, shucks! You died. This might be a familiar experience for you, maybe not. Either way, you're probably feeling distinctly less dead now, with any injuries you previously obtained now healed. Grogginess still clouds your mind, but in a way that's reminiscent of waking up rather than anything nefarious.

... Not too unlike when you first arrived here, actually. Namely, because you wake up in what looks to be an airport terminal. Again! It's not quite the same as the one you were in before, but you're not free of airports yet, it seems. To be specific, you're in the baggage claim area, in the most literal sense: lying in an open suitcase on the carousel, going round and around (or, if you were unlucky, you might've tumbled out of the suitcase as it slid down onto the conveyor belt). You might want to hop off at some point.

If you're worried about your belongings, you can find them either on your person or in another suitcase chugging along on the belt. Once you retrieve everything, there's a new area to explore. Plus, reunions to be had with those who died before you, or with the four Hosts you haven't seen since the first week. And should you be worried about the living side, there are various screens around the terminal, allowing you to still watch what's going on over there.

► GRAVEYARD RUNDOWN

• You are able to see the living (and their public network posts).
• Weekly effects are still active.
• Any personal items you didn't give away before your death are with you in the graveyard.
• You can still use your curse items on the living, with the usual caveats of avoiding OOC inconvenience (e.g. no effects that would last into Thursday night).
• The graveyard has its own set of NPCs (Maestro, Bora, Libeccio, Scirocco). You are no longer able to contact the living side's NPCs via audiences, but you can talk to the other four once again.
• If you get injured and would like to be healed (within reason), the graveyard NPCs can heal to varying degrees, so feel free to handwave tapping them until you got one who could help you.
• You may handwave the NPCs explaining the basics to you: you're alive again, but you're unable to regroup with the "living" side due to lacking a mode of transportation to the airport terminal where they are, and a barrier is blocking people from leaving the old-fashioned way. Trying to book a ride is a work in progress for the entire graveyard.
• As of Week 4, the memshare effect from Week 3 remains.

QUICKLINKS

GY Locations

Status Changes

Network

Mail

Sponsorship

NAVIGATION; (FULL NAV)

INFO

PLAYER STATUSES IC PROFILES MURDER PROPOSALS CYOA SIGN-UPS

SETTING

NPC AUDIENCES LOCATIONS ROOMING CURFEW

REPORTING

PC TURN-IN MOD REPORTING EVENT TURN-IN VOTING

Comments

[doublefists]

[ offers her alcohol. why not right, we're dead. ]

[nostradamus]

[she takes it with her right hand! lifting it up to her mouth




right before her left hand suddenly darts out at mach fuck and yanks the bottle down. okay.]

—Seriously?!

[doublefists]

[ HELP ]

Aw, come on, it's not even that strong. [ for as clueless as she can be sometimes, she's thinking about what hulkenberg said and how anders and justice work, and just... making connections, so. after a second: ]

You mind letting me say hello sometime? We were roommates, not that I expect her to remember me.

[nostradamus]

What else can you expect from her? She's a bore.

[ANNOYED... she glances at something to her left, where vi can see nothing but empty space and more pillow fort. huffs.]

She doesn't. Her memories of you start when I met you here.

[doublefists]

... Yeah, that's what I figured. You're from a different place, anyway.

[ a sigh. she's kind of used to this with justice being Around so it doesn't bother her to watch yoru listen to Nothing ]

Anyway. You can't tell me anything, but what you said earlier makes me wonder if it was someone the two of you are fond of that got you.

[nostradamus]

[she looks SO offended by this insinuation.]

I'm not fond of anybody, girl.

[doublefists]

Yeah, yeah.

[ takes a drink. ]

Definitely not fond of your team or of Scaramouche. Actually, that last bit might have been a curse, I have no idea.

[nostradamus]

They're fun to watch, but that doesn't mean I'm fond of them. I'd kill them in a heartbeat if it suited my goals, too.

[doublefists]

Okay, stabby.

[ another drink. ]

You should've murked Strohl so we could have someone cook for us.

[nostradamus]

And be stuck listening him be sad about dying without that Hulkenberg woman?

They could really afford to start killing some of the other teams, anyway.

[doublefists]

Someone else can bring her here too.

[ OKAY ]

[nostradamus]

And here I thought you liked them.

[doublefists]

[ makes a face at her ]

I do.

[ like she doesn't want them to die brutally but also, she misses them a lot. ]

[nostradamus]

Strange way to show it.

[doublefists]

I don't want them to go through the process of dying, obviously, but I wouldn't hate having them over here.

Also, I don't want to hear about caring about people from you, Miss I Would Murder My Team For Profit.

[nostradamus]

Yes, well, I already told you I don't care. But you do.

[doublefists]

[ rubs at her wrists absently. ]

If you're making a point at me, I'm not getting it.

[nostradamus]

Just saying. That's all.

[doublefists]

[


drinks heavily as a response we're doing great over here in dedaland ]

[nostradamus]

[she just smiles like an asshole. sorry, vi.]