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GRAVEYARD
The other side...?
Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
WEEK 6
NEWSPAPERS
May 7th.
May 8th.
May 9th.
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clearly he's dead. everything else, though, he's not so sure.
but he'll start by leaving his motel room. he'll figure things out as they happen. ]
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Not knowing what the hell happened - he hadn't gone to the courtroom for the trial - he forces himself past hesitation to approach.]
You need a pamphlet?
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There's just one issue here. Oda isn't dead. So she just freezes and stares, unsure if he's just a fata morgana who can't hear her. ]
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The hell are you doing here? Did you get killed after the trial, hey?
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...did you miss on purpose? [He mutters that, before slowly getting up, and opening the door. Ah. This must be the ghost's side of things then. He'll leave, walking around town directionlessly. If he sees Azura, he'll approach her and see how her reaction goes. Other than that, if he sees anyone who wasn't from his group, he'll approach them to ask:]
Were you from the first group trapped here?
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Olympia is. She remembers being killed, and while she's heard of an immortal soul, she's never thought herself to be in possession of one. So she's understandably a bit surprised at her own continued existence.
She just lies there in her room for a while, wondering what she should do now, what she can do now.
Eventually she gets up and heads for the park. She felt comfortable there when she was alive, maybe it'll still work now.]
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Sunday
That's all Cian can think when she stares up at a familiar ceiling. Just 'oh' and then 'is this how Tuan felt, waking up in the morality center?'. Well... probably not. The sense of failure may be similar though.
There's no doubt that she died. The pain of her ribs stabbing into her body at odd angles, the way her consciousness faded.... Cian's never felt anything like that before. Pain beyond comprehension, pain consuming all of her... Final few precious moments in which she could feel the weight of being alive before having it all drain from her body.
Now she feels nothing again. Healthy, balanced. Nothing. Everything is as normal, only that she's dead. Hah. Funny.
It takes Cian a while to get out of bed, but when she does the first place she drops by is Keith's room. She's not sure what she expected. Of course he wouldn't be there. But.... the blood on the wall looks even worse now. Cian spends a while staring.
Later she can be found anywhere around town trying to get her bearings. She looks mildly curious not not particularly upset - not visibly, anyway. ]
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around town --> chapel;
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Sunday
But here she is. She can still almost feel the tingling of hands on her back as if it wasn't just a dream, but it's easy enough to shake her head and have those feelings fade.
It's less easy to dismiss the way her blood runs cold when she looks at the wall across from her. Oh, great, more blood! Because that's exactly what she needed right now, and —
Hi Millium
Yeah, no, that's it, she's out of here, and out of the motel. That it's all silent and empty doesn't even occur to her until she's outside, staring down into the dent outside the motel.
It's at this point that everything clicks, but she makes one last attempt to prove it to herself, raising her hand to the sky.]
Lammy!
[...Nothing, just like the first week she was here.
She lowers her hand and just slumps against the side of the motel, staring at that dent and trying to make sense of things.
Once she's a little less freaked out, there are people here she's going to want to see. But right now? Nope. Sorry. She needs a minute or several.]
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Sunday
When Azura wakes up she's not entirely sure what happened. She was fighting Franciscus, and she felt herself slip on something, and she fell, and her head was splitting--
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She's dead, isn't she? She'd prepared herself for possible death ever since she started fighting a war, but this...isn't what she expected would happen.
Nor did she expect to see her room covered in blood. Seriously, fuck you guys. Azura shrieks and bolts out of her room at top speed. ]
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Monday Investigation (Mod ping please)
How the hell did this even get here?
[ Later on, Nine is searching for an archives section. He's going to check to make sure no one is around before he does this because he might need to pull out his glasses.
Can he find them or is there anything else to check out around here? ]
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archives nebulously in between nine's investigation
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Monday Investigation
1) The damaged lodge
2) Some of the ghosts
3) Some of the NPCs, both by themselves and when they're talking to thin air
And then he'll grab a TV to see which of those come out and how.]
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millium's messing-stuff-up monday
[Early in the day, the tiny blue hurricane can be found digging around in the junkyard. It... looks like she's collecting knives.
Why is she collecting knives? This can't be a good thing.]
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[Later in the day, once Millium has amassed a worrying collection of rusty knives, she makes her way back to the hotel to do what her ghost brethren have done before her.
She makes her way into rooms 2, 8, 19, and 30, and begins hacking up the walls in some attempt at messages. She manages to break a couple of knives in doing so – hooray, rust! – but that's all right, she has more.
In room 2, she "writes" the following: KEET
In room 8
(and in which we pretend the emojis are just crudely "drawn" outlines): we r ok ♥🐰In room 19, she carves a rather poor rendition of a cherry blossom into the wall.
In room 30, she's once again "drawing." This time: 🐰🐟
Once she's done, she'll go around collecting the broken knife bits she's left around and deposit her horde back in the junkyard.]
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[Barring anything else, she'll just be Generally Around today, for whoever she didn't run into yesterday. Or, hell, even people she did. She's not going to turn down most people's company.
She may or may not have an extremely questionable number of knives with her when you find her, though.]
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Let's say the park
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existing on monday + investigation
for most of the day, he'll be found in the library, just...browsing through books. he's not looking for anything specific, just any title that might pique his interest. he might even be found reading every once in a while!
that said, in the evening, he'll be testing his new ghostly body by heading to the police. while oda's not really sure what he can do or what he can find...he thinks this might be a good place to know more about whatever is going on in this city. ]
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existing somewhere around town
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MEETING TIME (Tuesday)
There's getting to be a lot of people here, now. I thought it would be a good idea to exchange notes. I'm thinking the ice cream parlor at one o' clock.
[Because if nothing else, people can show up to eat ice cream and listen to other people being productive. Once people are gathered and have their chilly treats...]
I'd like it if everyone would share what they've learned...that way everyone will be on the same page, going forward. I'll go first.
Those of us from the first group are missing two weeks of time. During that time, our group's victim, Lovepon-san, was here the entire time. She told me Mira-san, her killer, used to be here, too, but vanished sometime before the rest of us showed up. Lovepon-san has now completely vanished, herself. Other members of our group have been settled into the town and act like the other townspeople.
I also investigated the residences, since they're all unlocked, and they're...weird. They're all set up neatly, and show signs of personality, but none of them are like places people live... They're more like a furniture store's examples of rooms, if that makes sense. Like mock-ups of homes. Nothing collects dust, either.
I have a theory, but I'd like to hear what you all know, too.
Lastly... We know damage crosses over, both ways. And that it takes a lot on this end for a little to show up on that side. I've been wondering about construction... What if we built something? Something big, like....a fort, or a big statue, or something. Is it worth a try?
[Who wants to share next?]
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CW explicit suicidal ideation, sort of
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Wednesday afternoon - Planting Time
I suppose when we can send messages I'll offer to put it on my tab.
[Later on, he can be seen at the hotel, dressed in his (recently washed) camo suit again, slowly using a shovel to spread plant food and soil around its perimeter.]
I really hope this carries over when I'm through.
[Finally, after he's done with that, he just sits back and focuses, slowly allowing raspberry bushes to grow from the soil, spreading as high as he can make them so that they cover the walls, making sure to direct their growth away from the windows. Under the window of room 8, he leaves a space, instead waving a hand to grow dittany of crete flowers, spreading out to reach towards Natalie's window.]
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Wednesday HI LUNA IT'S NPC MOVING TIME
Nine is going to head to the Fire Station to look for any of the town people. Who's here? ]
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wednesday, ft. investigation
While everyone else runs around building and acting helpful today, Clarisse makes some important discoveries herself! As it turns out, the dead can see and interact with the local generic wildlife! She's figuring that one out by throwing rocks at birds in the park. Thanks, bitch. Obviously she can't hit any birds overhead but any unfortunate fowl trying to descend receives a stone to the face for their troubles. Is this better or worse than arrows? She hasn't actually picked her bow back up since dying so the answer doesn't matter! Watch where you're walking because she doesn't care enough to make sure no one's about to get between her and her feathery victims before she throws...
But people enjoy the park, which means Clarisse can't, so instead of harassing the resident fauna for too long, she goes to ruin the chapel with her presence. Instead of trying to kill another kid here, she just walks along the back of pews like balance beams, leaping between them as she reaches the end without much trouble.
Curiosity gets the better of her later in the record store, which she immediately decides she hates. She spends a decent chunk of time glaring intensely at a boombox, waiting for something—and the moment it starts to flicker out of existence like things are wont to do around here, she kicks it.]
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[Wed-Thrus] WE'RE DOING EET
Let's build Ft. Milliarms and St, Keet Manyweapons. ]
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Anyone passing by will find the library illuminated brightly with every light switch in the building flipped to on. ]
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Event End
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friday, pre-trial
So, bright and early – because when has Millium ever slept in – she goes marching off searching for them. Thankfully for her, her first guess is the correct one.
She throws open the door to Bakugou's room, not thinking twice about why it's unlocked, before leaping on the bed and on top of both of them at full speed.]
Wakey-wakey~!
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Friday morning
And what she's doing is... helping with the glitter. She's not confident in her ability to build something that will actually hold, so she'll leave that to others. Evenly spread glitter meanwhile? She can do that.
It's the most careful and even bedazzling of robot arms that the world has ever seen. ]
Trial Trial Trial Trial
The podiums covered are Wayne's and Dazai's. The suspect list consists of Keith, Hawks, Kino, Bolin, and Dabi. ]
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Reaction
suicide mention implied
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Investigation
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When confessions happen
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