GRAVEYARD

[cartesio]

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.

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[streetwolf]

[He wakes up yelling, growling. Grabbing at his chest to feel his jacket and hoodie, like he hadn't taken it off to go to bed. For a moment he just sits there, on his bed clutching his chest and looking down at his legs.

There's no cuts from where he'd tried to kick out before he'd fallen.

There's another few seconds before he's stumbling up. Patting himself down. His gun is gone. Of course it is. He'd dropped it hadn't he?

Within seconds he's bolting. There's none of the casual wandering from before, he's fast when he wants to be, when he doesn't care about stealth. Through alleys and climbing fences without issue. Until he's at the hunting shop. He's grabbing a handgun of course. But that hadn't worked before right? It might have been blood lose kicking in from having his leg fucking mangled. But shooting the biggest target, those wings, hadn't helped one bit. He hadn't been able to get to the alcohol on time either, so that was out.]

Fucking pigeon bastard-!

[At the noise, he's swinging around and leveling the handgun. ]

[linearcrash]

[ S'up. It's a ghost. He wasn't actually looking for Wayne, just taking a stroll around the town, getting lost, and seeing what the hell has changed. Then he saw movement in the hunting shop and came to check it out.

Only for a gun to be pointed at him???]

Huh? Why the hell are you waving that thing around for?

[streetwolf]

[Under normal circumstances, he'd pull the gun away. But this is far far normal. So he holds it steady,even as he pauses.]

... You're fucking dead.

[He hadn't watched the execution. But he'd seen the others, the guy had to be dead. ]

[linearcrash]

[ Rude? ]

Huh? Well, yeah. I told you guys at trial that I was.

[ Rubbing the back of his head. ]

You're in the other Cartesio, yo.

[streetwolf]

[You're really bad at convincing him to not aim at you.]

The other Cartesio?

[Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?]

[linearcrash]

[ Wayne Wayne no. ]

Yeah, you know where people go when they are killed- can you put that down already, hey?

[ Nine has had enough guns aimed at him in his life, thank you very much ]

[streetwolf]

Huh? Oh, right... [He lets his arm drop, still holding it. But he's not letting that go any time soon.]

No, I don't know. So you're gonna have to talk.

[linearcrash]

You were killed by Hawks, right?

[ Nine's voice does drop at this. He still has...issues with it and how the end of the trial went on this side. ]

I don't know how or why, but anyone who is killed is brought here alive again.

[streetwolf]

[What the hell? He just listens, staring. This is so stupid.

But then again they've all be teleported to another world.]

...Y-yeah... The bastard just turned up. Musta saw me going there when he was flying around. Told him to fuck off and tried to kick him but... I'm not sure what the fucks going on with his wings. But I know they're not supposed to do that.

[kingbomber]

Oi, you... watch where you're pointing that thing at.

[ Bakugou just happened to be walking, jeez Wayne. ]

[streetwolf]

[What is going on??? ]

What the fuck, didn't Clarisse shot you or some shit?

[kingbomber]

Yeah. But looks like everyone here's in some kind of limbo, so you'll be seeing the others too.

[ ... ]

You gonna lower your gun or not, asshole?

[streetwolf]

[He pauses for a moment then his arm drops, falling limp at his side.]

Limbo? What? You mean some kinda afterlife or some shit? [He stops for a moment, scowling, gritting his teeth.] That pigeon fucker actually did it. I shoulda just threw the bottle at him...

[kingbomber]

[ He doesn't answer to that since the guy figured out it's the afterlife, but immediately: ]

You mean Hawks, don't you?

[ He'll scowl. Not because of the other man's term, but because of Hawks' everything and the announcement that he's a traitor in front of everyone just like that...obviously it's at this point in time in this thread where Bakugou hasn't exactly gotten more of an answer on that yet. Not that he's pleased about it when Hawks does reveal more on said conversation, but you know. ]

Bastard lied about everything. [ ... ] But whatever, enough of that asshole. If you care, I could bring you up to speed on how it is on this side.

[streetwolf]

[There's a sigh or a growl, it's hard to tell. But he brings a hand up to scratch his head.]

...Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good. I'm not sure what the fucks going on anyway.

[He guesses he's dead now?]

[kingbomber]

We think we're in some kind of simulation and you can kill someone again but they come back alive. Heavy damage carries over easily but it doesn't happen immediately. We're able to communicate with the other side on mostly Thurdays moreso than usual and the townspeople can't see us or know we're there. But we can still get further into the buildings like we did when we were alive.

That's the basic rundown and I'm not repeating myself. Got it?

[doublelammy]

[Millium should probably react more to having a gun pointed at her, and yet, she just pipes up as cheerful as ever.]

Hiya, Wayne. Maybe don't shoot me? I mean, I'll be okay, but I still don't wanna deal with it and none of us need you freakin' out any more than you already are.

[streetwolf]

[At least he doesn't aim it long. Fuck those other guys, he's not that bothered if his finger slips. Sure, it'd be a pain but he knows her. And she really stands out to recognize at a glance.]

Damn right I'm freaking out. I woke up in a room I left a week ago.

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. That's the part that creeps you out? Not your spooky cute li'l dead friend here?

[She's teasing, but...]

[streetwolf]

At this point I'm not sure if I'm dead or been drugged....Or the old bastard is bringing more dead people back. Cause that's a thing he can do apparently.

[What the fuck is his life?]

[doublelammy]

Uh... sorry to break it to you, but dead. Super dead.

But, uh, plus side, so are we? So, y'know, nice to see you again!

[streetwolf]

I'm not sure if that's better or not.

...I guess I'd rather be trapped with you than the bastard.

[doublelammy]

Uh, well. Probably worse? Most people would consider "dead" the worse option.

...Boo. C'mon, I only get an "I guess?" You're so rude!

[snideper]

[Wayne's either going to find Clarisse on his way out of or into the hunting shop, whichever's easier probably?? "Find" is maybe the wrong word since she's perched up on some tree or balcony, being obnoxious, and she calls down,] Hey, hey, what's the hurry, where's the party?

[streetwolf]

[It's probably after leaving given he'd just ignore her on the way. And presumably he's been given the run down, cause he's not charging out with a shotgun.

He snorts.]

Apparently it's here. In this shithole.