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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.
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[Nagisa has (perhaps unsurprisingly) found Will at the chapel. He might be putting on a cheery greeting, but it's obviously a bit forced.
He shakes his head to answer Nagisa's question before elaborating.]
Not a thing. I went through the motel and found what I assume to be some information in there, but it's all correct...I'd say we've found ourselves in another set of unfortunate circumstances.
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Or, more like, we never left them. So far it doesn't look like we'll get answers about this. [Hmm. Nothing to do but investigate then.] I take it you don't recognize anyone from the guestbook other than the three who were with us?
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[Could that have even been considered sleep? The whole thing was so unpleasant.
Anyway, as for the guestbook:]
'fraid not. Though those three still being on the guest list raises more concern, doesn't it? [...] Must be what the Sergeant meant about choosing some of us.
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[Which, you know. Implies some somewhat troubling things.]
I wonder what his criteria were, in that case. And why he didn't just send the rest of us back. [Unless he...can't? That's something to ponder.]
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I'm sorry- Lovepon's here?
[Obviously he hadn't come across that little detail just yet. Nevermind the concern stemming from the Sergeant's words. This is even worse!]
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[There are a number of reasons to be concerned about that.]
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[Wow, they're just going to have a checklist of concerns to work through at this point. Good thing they've got plenty of time for that.
But back to Lovepon and Mira's existence for a moment:]
I certainly hope there isn't some sort of necromancy business at work here.
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I'm not sure. Lovepon-san has a pulse. So do I. But she also said we don't need to eat here, and she's been here this whole time.
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[Obviously it's strange. A lot about this is strange. But what else can one say to it all?]
So maybe not necromancy, but something's been tinkering with our bodies at the very least. Another thing to poke around for clues about.
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