GRAVEYARD

[foundationmods]

[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.]

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WEEK 3

[foundationmods]

I WAS POSSESSED BY A WOLF GHOST AMA

[escardos]

[ holy shit.

it's not a phrase that flat uses very often, hearing it instead from the likes of his professor's foul mouth. but after what seemed like five minutes of torture after two weeks of hell, he thinks that's the only thing that he can describe the current situation.

he hears cinque crying, but he can't really process it. it's like he's watching a movie that he's no longer a part of. with a tilt of his head, he looks at her and his own body, which bobs lifelessly in the tub. ]

Aw...that's a shame.

[ he doesn't seem to have much of a reaction, other than that. he'll just continue to stare at the scene, just like one of his movies. ]

[blutsauger]

Welcome to the "afterlife", my friend!

[Medic seems completely unphased by the execution, of course. He's chilling over by Phil and Snake, and waves at Flat when he appears. He gives Phil's shoulder a final squeeze before walking up to meet Flat.]

Unfortunate that she chose such an extended method of execution, ja? At least they've narrowed down methods for the future.

[justonezero]

[Yoshi's sitting in the same spot from last week, not that anyone can tell. When Flat's ghost appears, he just raises his hand in a silent, if somewhat uncertain wave. There's no BitPhone "rabbit" ears anymore; just a kid.]

[perfeccion]

Mr. Escardos, welcome. Unfortunate that we weren't able to eliminate that beast, but I'm sure you're feeling much better, being back in control.

[he possessed people a lot back home. They generally do Not Appreciate it]

When you are feeling up to it, I would like to interview you about... well, whatever you may have learned while sharing your bodily real-estate with the Bargest.

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo just....hands him a tablet, looking somewhat sad, while trying to tug him away from...all of that, and man is his hair long.]

Hi, Flat.

[Or well -]

Nice to finally meet you after all this time.

And...I'm sorry that happened to you.

[justonezero]

[Yoshi just

sits in the middle of the sleepover staring longingly at everyone around him.

Frickin' veggies.]

[escardos]

[ flat will bump him in the shoulder! ]

It's okay! Don't look so sad.

MONDAY; post-meeting

[justonezero]

[After the meeting more or less ends, Yoshi curls up in the lobby with his tablet, expression pensive.

It was nice of everyone to keep with him, but... he's starting to feel something. Uncertainty? Conflict?

Just what was he supposed to be doing? And which way was the right one?

Eventually he just gives a whining hum. Bleh.]

What was I supposed to do?

[escardos]

Hm? What do you mean?

[ flat seems mostly unshaken from both yesterday’s event and today’s reveal, but perhaps there’s more than he’s letting on. nevertheless, he knows that yoshi might not feel the same way. ]

Monday, post reveal and threat

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo...just sets his tablet down, heedless of the dinging happening on it, and heads as if possessed for one of the rat play areas. Stepping over the clear plastic partition, the Rats move as one away from his footsteps, and he just -

lies down right there, face blank.

The rats swarm in almost instantly, as if they've done this before - grooming and snuggling and cuddling, and he just stares at them lifelessly, petting one or two every now and then.

Ichigo has now become one with the rats. Leave him.]

Wednesday, December 12th [I genuinely apologize for having to essentially thread with myself here]

[blutsauger]

[Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The longer Medic works on his Medigun, the more irritable he gets. He set up his stuff on impulse at around one in the morning, and he's been at this same goddamn table at the restaurant ever since. He's taken the poor thing apart completely three separate times, exchanged parts, re-taped the barrel, replaced old circuits- a lot of this is maintenance that he's neglected for years! And what does he get? Fuck all in return except the same vague healing as before. Medic puts his head in his hands.] (Doc, you're squashin' me.) Right, sorry. [Medic straightens his arm back out. Engineer's head peers over the device again, the same concerned frown on his face as before. The only good thing about spending all this time working on the gun is the fact that Medic hasn't been alone. Engie sprouted from his left arm hours ago to give his own tips, occasionally retreating whenever one of the living joined them at the table. The problem is that Medic has to consistently hold his arm out in awkward angles to let Engineer actually see the device- it's starting to hurt his arm like hell.] (Doc, I think at this point we gotta call it.) I need it, Engie. You know I do. (I know, Doc, but it ain't workin'. This place ain't lettin' it work.) I'm not expecting it to work perfectly, I just need it to at least heal at a stronger rate! [Medic huffs, raking his free hand through his hair and gripping at it like he plans to tear it out. This is... kind of the most emotional he's been publicly since arriving, actually, excluding the usual mania and excitement.] (... You're worried about 'em, aren't you?) Hahh... More than I should be. More than I thought I would. [Unless someone comes to join them, the next couple hours pass in relative silence between the two, aside from faint murmurs and corrections.]

THURSDAY

[foundationmods]

[After the whole puzzle business, it'd be safe to assume that you'd have another quiet day here in the dead realm.

However, that's not the case - as something comes barreling down to the first floor, giving a loud roar:]

NUE WANT PLAY WITH NEW FRIENDS!

[...What in god's name is that?!]

[justonezero]

[HELLO SOUNDS LIKE IT'S TIME FOR YOSHI TO HIDE BEHIND THE NEAREST PERSON A SECOND TIME TODAY.]

[perfeccion]

[Szayel is busy making notes and drinking tea. Because. What else does he ever do besides watch people and drink tea.

What




oh.

He finishes off his tea and sets the cup somewhere where it won't get broken before calling out boredly]

The nue is here~

Friday morning

[diesifkilled]

[And here's Shirou, punching the lobby wall in frustrated anger.]

Damnit, damnit, damnit!

[He'd tried so hard to stay alive this time, tried to play the role he'd been given, all just to get murdered because he was too stupid and trusting. He didn't even get the chance to pass on the last bit of information he got.

It's so frustrating he could cry.]

[bladeisme]

[And - here's Ichigo, with his longer hair, and a scar across his chest that wasn't there before - just....letting him get it out.

He gets that frustration, honestly.]

....I'm sorry, Shirou.

[Sorry that he couldn't stop it? Sorry that he had to die like that?

He doesn't know.]

[justonezero]

[Yoshi stayed up.

He promised Akira he would. To meet with him, if the mafia followed the plan and targeted him instead of the life that needed to be prioritized.

Needless to say, when it's someone else entirely who appears, his heart sinks, stomach feeling like it's dropping.

And thus, the eyes that regard Shirou are wide with distress, normally cheerful voice unusually quiet.]

...But Akira said-

[Oh no. No, it can't be, they couldn't have-]

Were you... the real seeker?

a bit later

[perfeccion]

Mr. Shirou Emiya.

[Szayelaporro is well put together as usual, wearing a crisp white outfit that would be unfamiliar to those who only saw him alive. He has his notebook and his purple pen]

I'm here to conduct my post-mortem interview. Are you available to speak?

[escardos]

Hey there!

[ and here's flat, walking tentatively towards shirou with a smile on his face. he doesn't seem concerned over shirou's death since he has to give him a warm welcome, after all!

but-- ]

I totally thought you were gonna survive!

friday post-death

[dereban]

[ Did you know that death fucks people up and it's only when she realizes that she isn't in her body anymore that she finally finds herself trembling, shaking, really — as she crouches and curls into herself.

It's finally over.

She doesn't have to be strong anymore. She can just simply cry, and cry, and continue to do so before words finally choke out, cracking. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. . . I really am no good in the end--

[ She laughs and cries and it hurts; she wants to just shut herself in again. That's fine, isn't it? If she did that, it'll be fine.


Inaba should just simply go back to being alone. She was always alone, so going back to being alone works. She doesn't need anybody. She can just be here, crying until she can't anymore. ]

TRIAL SPECTATING

[bladeisme]

[Saturday is finally here, and Ichigo is ready for it.

More specifically, he's going to carry anyone who's trying to stay down in the lobby up there. Bridal style, even, all the way up the stairs.]

Come on.

[and once they're all up there, he's going to take a seat on one of the couches, apparently content to just...watch what goes down.

Let's spectate, ghosties.]

EXORCISM MEETING

[diesifkilled]

[So after a lengthy bit of publicly ghost texting each other despite being able to talk to each other normally, Shirou is finally looking up at Inaba in person.]

...Are you serious? About the kissing thing?

post-execution stuff

[dereban]

[ SO MUCH FUCKING HAPPEN FAM and Inaba is just heaving a sigh of relief the Barghest is dead and she honestly has no idea how to react but: ]

It's- this shitfest of a week is finally over, isn't it?

SUNDAY POST TRIAL

[perfeccion]

[Once everyone has filtered down to the lobby, Szayelaporro will clap his hands]

Please, dead of the Resort! May I direct your attention to center stage for just a moment! First, I would like to congratulate everyone on a successful exorcism after the madness of yesterday. [he puts his arms behind him, looking a bit more serious] But we mustn't rest on our laurels just yet. In all the chaos, I am unsure if you noticed the Captain. He slept the entire trial and then promptly disappeared, leaving the Lady to do his job. This lines up with what we learned from 34's letter. This is a very bad sign.