Round 4 graveyard

[foundationmods]

[When your character dies, however that may be, they will feel themselves floating. For a moment or two they will linger at the site of their death, hovering just above everyone, watching.

Then they will feel a pull and they will get tugged all the way to the studio, through a wall, through the hall, through a door.

The place they end up in looks to be a backstage area. There is an area for storing supplies, a coat rack full of empty prinny costumes, a lounge area, and a place to rest. All of these areas are marked by a green border between the described rooms and the doors that go elsewhere. You will see prinnies come and go, hurrying around as they do their work for the day. But within those borders, some of the prinnies will take off their suits, revealing the human souls within. Men, women, old, young, there is a large mix. They are all very dead, though, and seem used to being dead.

And among all of the dead is one living girl, one who seems to be running the show behind the set. She can be found giving instructions to prinnies and telling them where to put things, but she will always take time to give everyone who arrives the same warning:]

Hi there! I'm Marona, and this is the backstage area. There's a lot to do yet, so if you could help us out I would really appreciate it.

All the areas with the green on the floor are safe to be in as ghosts. Your souls won't get pulled away as long as you stay in the safe areas. If you want to go outside of there, though, you have to put on a prinny suit. And if you do that, you have to follow the rules of the prinnies: no killing anyone, follow the orders you're given by the living, and try not to blow up too much.

If you have any questions, I'll be here! But you can come and go as you like. Just don't give Mr. Dazai too much trouble, okay?

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[merirut]

[They really do need to get themselves organized, so of course Sandalphon is at the meeting. His intense gaze is fixed on Alcor as he speaks, but he eventually looks away when he's finished, pulling out a couple items of his own to present. Namely, there's a walkie-talkie in one hand and a letter in the other. He'll hold up the letter first.]

We visited Mission Control's office. There were only two items of note: a large, magical spear that he had left in the room, and this letter. He [A small nod to Leo.] would be able to comment more on the true nature of that weapon, but from what I could tell, its powers was more akin to a monster's magic rather than anything human or demonic. Furthermore, Mission Control is said to carry it with him at all times, even when he was visiting us earlier. Either way, it seems ill-advised to fight him directly as we are now.

As for the letter, it appears to be written by Mission Control, and it confirms that he is an O5. Furthermore, it refers to a 'final test' during the weekend, which presumably will decide our fates for this game.

[There's a glance over to Alcor at this before he holds up the walkie-talkie.]

Lastly, we liberated this from one of the guards stationed on the outside perimeter. If need be, we could use this as a diversion to draw them away from the house.

[And if anyone wants to examine the letter or walkie-talkie further, he'll willingly hand the items over.]

[visionem]

A final test... perhaps it is related to the one actually called Osamu Dazai. [ A quick glance at wherever he is on the ground. ]

I imagine this will be for the living to pass or fail given that we are out of the game as we are now. I assume the in-play group will make a play to win over MC, but we should be prepared in any case. And potentially for what awaits us after.

[ Most of that was directed at the group at large, but the last bit was pointedly not. He'll wait until people have started to chatter among themselves before teleporting over to his former partner in crime. ]

Being in this place has made me dislike fate even more, I believe. Particularly when I have even less control of it than usual.

[merirut]

So a trial, then.

At the very least, Mission Control seems to be willing to observe, which is more than I expected from someone in his position.

[There is, of course, disdain in his voice when he says that last part. But when approached by Alcor, he'll draw back from the rest of the group some so they can have a little more privacy.]

Hmph... if you could even call this fate. As far as I'm concerned, it's a scenario engineered by a fearful and ignorant minority who don't deserve to be placed anywhere near the level of gods.

[visionem]

[ Nodding, Alcor doesn't really know what to think of MC either. They'll certainly see tomorrow, though. ]

I suppose that is unfair to fate and more so to Gods. Many like to fancy themselves to the latter frequently, often those who resemble divinity the least. [ Shaking his head because he tries to stay decently isolated from that discussion given his potential deityhood but... he can express his disdain here as well it's fine. ]

So your view on the Foundation has not changed, then. [ Why would it given everything they've been through, but it's always nice to get confirmation. ]

I will be honest Sandalphon, I have no desire to return and serve their bidding after our time here. In the past, I was willing to see what path they would walk but...I believe I have seen more than enough at present.

[merirut]

[It's okay, Sandalphon isn't exactly going to judge considering his everything as well, even if he doesn't really see himself as a god per se.]

Of course not. Pitiable as the rank and file are, it doesn't change the fact that the organization is lead by fools.

[There's no doubt that he thinks little of the Foundation--someone would have to be an idiot to not see all of the problems with it after this. So honestly, he wholeheartedly agrees with Alcor's sentiment. But, there is one thing holding him back, and that's why he looks more thoughtful than anything else as he responds.]

I see. So you plan on leaving. [...] Then I'll assist you however I can.

[visionem]

Yes. Our paths for as long as they exist in this world cannot be permanently divorced from the Foundation, but I would much rather interact with it from the outside. And I am rather terrible at following orders, even if I had a desire to.

[ He's not built for this organizational stuff! But they both know that, as well as Alcor having a solid guess on what's going through the archangel's mind right now. His words are gentle and fond, matching his warm smile. ]

You are welcome to join me, of course. Regardless, I will say the same to you—you have me in whichever way you may need, Sandalphon.