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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

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

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STATUS CHANGES

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W0 Friday

• All good so far!

W1 Sunday

• At the Layover Hotel, something is pinned up in the lobby! It is a wedding announcement card for Essek, Aventurine and Wriothesley. The message reads, The Layover Hotel would like to wish our valued customers a very happy honeymoon.

W2 Tuesday

• At Honky Tonk, the animatronics have been destroyed but with the instruments left intact. One of the guitars is now missing.

W3 Saturday

• Professor Eggbert is now missing an arm. This will not stop him from lecturing you about how many grams of protein each chicken egg contains.

W4 Monday

• Near the peas and corn store, there is a deep ass indentation left in the ground, as though the force of a powerful ass smashed down here.

NETWORK

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You are currently connected to < Free_ASS_WiFi2 > and are viewing the public network. Remember that all posts on the public network are visible to everyone who can access it. Be wary of what you put out on the great interwebs! Practice safe net browsing and have fun!

MAIL

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You've got mail!

You still have your devices here and, with them, texting access—even with the living. However, it seems like the living side won't be getting your messages instantly, oh no! Signal gets wonky across long distances... you know how it is... Still, at least you can keep in touch.

You may also send physical objects over to the living, via dropping them off in Storage/Lost Claims, labeled with the intended "owner" (recipient). They will be delivered according to the airport's schedule.

Use the appropriate weekly header & outgoing mail sub-header and fill out the form to send some mail to the living! Incoming mail for your characters will also be posted here under its own sub-header.

Please refer to the comment below for any additional rules for sending your mail.

<b>Day:</b> <b>Recipient:</b> <b>Message Content:</b> <b>Object(s) Mailed:</b>

GRAVEYARD SPONSORSHIP

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SPONSORSHIPS

Come Sunday after execution, every character in the graveyard will receive a ping on their phone. Along with the message from your local airport mascot, they'll receive a link that leads to a browser page, containing a full list of the living participants and a selection of items. The page explains that they're meant to pick three people to sponsor, though they should note that the group as a whole may submit only once for the week.

Shutterfly here to give you an amazing opportunity!
Want to sponsor your favorite participants? Now's your chance!

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Each week on Sunday, the graveyard may collaborate to collectively send up to three (living) people one item each, selected from the list provided weekly. OOCly, the graveyard must be in agreement about all three choices for both people and items. Once a character has been sponsored, they cannot be chosen again in future weeks.

Use the appropriately weekly header and fill out the form below. The deadline for submission is Monday, 6pm PST/9pm EST of the upcoming week.

<b>Character #1:</b> Character they're sponsoring. <B>Item #1:</b> The item they're sending to this person. <B>Character #2:</b> Character they're sponsoring. <B>Item #2:</b> The item they're sending to this person. <B>Character #3:</b> Character they're sponsoring. <B>Item #3:</b> The item they're sending to this person.

MAIL RULES

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Bizarrely, when your character tries to send their text message or a delivery, they become mentally disconnected from reality and fall under delusions. Maybe they suddenly now believe they are a businessman seeking potential clients, or a lonely NEET in Japanifornia who wants friends, etc. Maybe they're still themselves but are convinced that the recipient really wants to hear about their yaoi hands or that the recipient's love life is the most pressing matter in life right now.

The exact nature of their mindset is up to you, but effectively, they are temporarily AU'd/unintentionally larping/compelled to write nonsense for their messages.

OOCly, this means that while you can still express your general intended sentiment, any and all outgoing messages are written through a lens of insanity as a preemptive censorship for your messages. You can also send shitposts that your character wouldn't normally ICly write and chalk it up to the effect.

As of Week 3, Sunday, this effect has been lifted. You are free to send sane and normal messages as you please any day of the week now, although the glitch may still (in)conveniently return if you try to doxx things you shouldn't. If you're uncertain, feel free to ask the mods!

WEEK 2

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OUTGOING MAIL

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INCOMING MAIL

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week 2, saturday trial watch

[shirtbag]

Some of us are already at the blanket fort to watch the trial happening
They got a huge projection screen over here.
Get your coffee and stuff before coming in.
See ya there!

[ attached is an image of a crudely drawn map of the terminal. a big, red arrow points to the location of the fort.

Much larger than it seems! it's almost like a pillow fort with extensions, with a bunch of little offshoot forts all connected by big, billowy blanket tunnels. The "rooms" are always magically big enough to fit the amount of people in them, which is pretty disorienting. And it's probably pretty easy to get lost in here, actually, because none of the tunnels have any sort of directions or instructions on how to get from one place to another and it's kind of like entering the backrooms, but that's part of the adventure, right? There's also a section with a big projection screen to watch things on (knockoff movies, shows, a gaming system, or maybe just people watching the living). There's another section with a couple mini fridges with replenishing drinks (soda, energy drinks, even some alcohol) and board games. In yet another area, there's a perfect place for napping that's just pillows and blankets and another projection machine that covers the blanket ceiling in stars. Finally, there's one last area with bookshelves that has reading material that ranges from H*mestuck to Chuck Tingle... how stimulating

nothing like cozy blankets and drinks while you watch a body check! ]

[feminitis]

[


she brought lots of candy with her to share with people because this feels like a movie night? that's what people do in the blanket fort right? they watch lord of the rings.

or trials, apparently.

anyway, she'll hand candy out to people as they filter in.]

[shirtbag]

[ boothill is here! he's on a bean bag chair, knocking back whiskey in a small glass—a full bottle that he took from one of the mini fridges, which he's set on the ground beside him. despite the cozy atmosphere, he's watching the screen with almost a disgusted look. ]

Four of 'em at once. I sure as sugar did not miss this.

[doublefists]

[ kicked back in basically this, with a bottle of alcohol, just drinking it straight. it's like, noon. irrelevant.

she has a nice blanket nest and she does not mind if you want in, come cuddle you anti-touch freaks!!!

anyway, she watches ryo do the cold open and like. snorts. ]

Wasn't expecting that out of him.

[dupelicate]

[crawling in]

This... is this really just made from pillows and blankets...?

[say, what's that on the shelf? comics?? manga???

luke fon fabre is now flipping through the first volume of H*mestuck]

[nostradamus]

[angrily sips a soda while settling in to watch the trial. when ryo says they should prioritize the skating rink—]

Good. He knows where the priorities should lie.

[dupelicate]

[wait.........]

Am I... is my body on one of those tables?!

[doublefists]

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

[doublefists]

[ replies to my own toplevel but throws POPCORN at the screen when rosamund offers her name, and then takes a drink. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ back in his regular clothes and not reasonably priced jeans. holding his head in his hands, enjoying the semi-darkness of the fort. ]

Why did I have all those margaritas ...

[shirtbag]

You ain't ever been to one of these, kid?

[dupelicate]

One of what? [looking around.] A... pillowfort?

[doublefists]

[ tosses a water bottle in his direction. ]

You okay, Omegacorp?

[shirtbag]

Not the fort. These fudgin' trials. [ gestures his cup to the screen....... ]

[feminitis]

[looks at the candy she's been offering people and then wanders off to fetch a bottle of green tea for him instead.]

Chichi-ue drinks a lot more tea than usual after he's had sake. Try this.

[spiritbalm]

[ it hits him and he sort of rolls sideways. ]

You know, I think the conflation of work with my identity was a large part of the issue.

[spiritbalm]

[ HE IS BEING HYDRATED AGAIN. taking it. ]

Is this what all Saturdays are like for Quality Assurances ...