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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

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ oh

comes over and gives him a clear glass bottle of milk. ]

Go on. Pasteurized the ole-fashioned way.

[Gives him a Tired and pointed look, but takes the milk.]

...Thank you. I appreciate Loretta's trials and tribulations more now.

Don't go forkin' pointin' cow teats at me and maybe you'll appreciate less.

Edited 2025-06-21 17:43 (UTC)

I thought you would be quick on the draw, as they say...?

You better hope that shirt you got on is waterproof.

Edited 2025-06-21 18:00 (UTC)

Now, now. Are you really going to start fight here during such a tense time?

Hey! Who's the fudger pickin' fights?

[ he's going to shove a cold soda down the back of your slutty shirt before this trial is over ]

Edited (would love to stop editing comments someday) 2025-06-21 18:20 (UTC)

[NOT THE COLD SODA. Sips the milk...]

Surely not me. I have simply been here drinking milk. Would you like some?

[ just leaves.

he's getting the soda. he stalks back with it with his hat tipped down. ]

[WHY!! He is preparing to dash.]

Boothill, don't you dare...

[ doesn't respond. comes closer.

tries to grab the back of essek's gayass shirt but MISSES cause i rolled a THREE ]

[i can't believe the shirt is literally too gay for boothill to touch

is this what they call biphobia]

[ the shirt AND bongy were biphobic to him you're so right ]

[it's like hydrophobia the touch of a bisexual simply slides right off]

[HELP ME HE REALLY CAN'T TOUCH THE TOO GAY SHIRT WITH HIS HET HANDS!!

Essek yanks the hat down more over Boothill's face so Boothill can't see anything.]

Stop that. You are acting like a child, not a dignified cowboy.

[ TAKES OFF HIS HAT AND FORCES IT ON ESSEK ]

I'm out here defendin' my dignity! Now hold still!

[ REACHES FOR THE GAY SHIRT AGAIN ]

Boothill!

[Struggling to try to keep the hat from being forced onto him, but it means he can't battle away the shirt grab.]

There is no damn dignity in this hellscape already!

[ drops the cold soda can down his back and snaps that shirt closed ENJOY!!! HAPPY PRIDE!!! ]

[Has one of those low, drawn-out yells of suffering when you must endure the frigid, icy touch to the most delicate of places because of bullied martyrdom.]