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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]

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Oilfriend just passes by.
What the hell is it's actual size? or...temporal reality.]
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It stings a little.]
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He throws the blanket over where he suspects oil to be]
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Interestingly enough, it seems like it's become a bit more opaque. not much, but it's like a faint shadow now.
And it's...blobby?]
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[And what room does it look like it's headed to, anyway? Can we tell that yet?]
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[ She's back and also speaking in a low voice that's barely louder than a whisper. ]
Also, you might want to see this.
[ Just going to show Yoshi the note. ]
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hm...]
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He... super needs more exercise, wheeze.
He stops briefly when the oilfriend goes in and then leaves, but afterwards... can he ghost into room 202?]
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As they enter into the room, the overwhelming smell of oil hits them, though the room is actually quite clean. But there are so many things inside, all neatly stacked and organized. Stacks of papers, of hotel toiletry items, other things....There's a lot to look at here.]
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He's going to use his eyes to scan the room. He's being careful again to only look for data that seems especially complex and relevant before actually trying to process it, at least?]
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Hm.]
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Medic watches for a little while from a distance, not wanting to disturb the oilfriend more than necessary.
But the spider lilies... Medic speaks up without thinking.]
The Jorogumo seems fond of those, as well.
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[said to both medic and the oil creature]
Especially to see them bursting out of the snow... like splatters of fresh blood.
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Medic shakes his leg to get some of the oil off, glaring in the general direction of the Oilfriend. He'll have to track down a towel after this.]