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graveyard...2
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
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Recipient: Meowsandry
Message Content: N/A
Object(s) Mailed: A selfie of Boothill, Yoru, and Anders in what looks like an elaborate pillow fort. Boothill is shooting a peace sign and winking while wearing his Meowsandry tee and friendship bracelet. Yoru looks like she had the jacket forced on her person and is already halfway through taking it off. Anders is in the Meowsandry tee and kitty earrings and is holding up Frumpkin and using his paw so he looks like he's waving. The back of this photo reads, in terrible handwriting, "For Meowsandry".
Day: Sunday
Recipient: Haru
Message Content: What in blue blazes are you talking about, screwed up? What's happened? And Vi and I were still stuck here on Thursday unless ya know something I don't. Sure as sugar wish I wasn't right about now. You've had a rough week and got us worried sick about all of ya.
You're gonna see the pool by the time this message gets to ya. You enjoy it for us both. Write back, and make sure you're writing to Bora too.
- B.
Object(s) Mailed: To go container of three biscuits and honey butter from Red Lobster.
Day: Sunday
Recipient: Kate
Message Content: I nearly hit the forking roof when you pulled that stunt with the glitter! Had to hear from Childe when he got here that you were all right. Downright diabolical prank, that one. A good one, but holy shirtballs.
Had a whole thing I was gonna write for ya when all that stuff with the production room happened. We're still talking it all over and keeping our eyes peeled.
Better news is our messages should be back to normal from hereon out, Miss Kate. We'll keep you posted on anything new.
Anyone on your side find some kinda password? We got a little Travel Agency kiosk without anyone inside. Can't figure out who's logged in or what that password is. Sending over a picture of what we got on the screen.
- B.
P.S. The roses are from the ranch over here. You only get one this time for scaring the daylights out of me.
Object(s) Mailed: One red rose with the thorns clipped off and a picture of a computer screen with a logged in user: ▒▒o▒▒c▒▒.
Day: Sunday
Recipient: Todomatsu
Message Content: Yup, cheesecake was sent over by me a few weeks back. Thought you could use the pick me up. That was before things went south, so I reckon I sent it at the right time. You're making the right call staying away from Lost Claims.
And who the fork said you were disappointing? Don't forget I did the same thing you did, and I got caught doing it twice. Forkin' embarrassing. Shoot!
We don't know who sends stuff over unless ya sign it, so keep doing that! Might wanna pick something more subtle than your name though. You-know-who might go off her fudging rocker if she finds out who's messaging who.
Anders drank himself silly with those margs after y'all came back the other week. Forker was miserable the next day. You get like that too?
- B.
Object(s) Mailed: To go container of three biscuits and honey butter from Red Lobster.
Day: Sunday
Recipient: Rin
Message Content: You don't need to forgive, just get even! Our guys can take anything you dish out. 'Course we can still be friends anyhow.
Thought about our last conversation when you were out there with Siffrin. Must've been plenty scary then, huh? At least you ain't alone, not on your side or the side over here.
You write to me if you need someone to lean on. Write to Bora too, all right? When you feel up to it.
- B.
Day: Sunday
Recipient: Alex
Message Content: Fork me. I knew I should've tagged stuff. I gotta remember what I sent you.. But just so ya know, I didn't send anything to ya this week. Last week should've been that sweater, this little goat guy I won from one of the games here, and some flowers from the ranch.
Heard some interesting things about you. Things better talked about in person, no doubt, but what can ya do. Here's hoping we get a reunion soon. Can't tell if that horse business hurt or helped...
-B.
Object(s) Mailed: To go container of three biscuits and honey butter from Red Lobster.