GRAVEYARD

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THE GRAVEYARD

No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.

No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,

"Oooooh... I see dead people."

... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"

As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?

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[sadiskick]

[ She's either here to kick him out of brooding or make him brood more. There's no real inbetween. ]

So your nostalgia took over any sense you had. [ That's her understanding of it anyway. ]

We're trapped, but we should find a way out. Unless it's your desire to be consumed by this house?

[allfornone]

[She's really good at kicking because that first line just makes him freeze like a statue for a few moments before like. He starts laughing again, only there's a mildly hysterical component to it, a bit more than he was sporting before -- it takes a few more minutes for him to just give up and clap his hands over his mouth to muffle it.

Assuming Melt hasn't kicked her way out of this disaster area once he manages to talk again, he'll just scrub both hands over his face because wow that made his eyes water. When was the last time he laughed like that.

(Probably not in the mansion, but it doesn't feel that long ago.)]

... Yeah. I'm an idiot, all right.

[Maybe he'll go looking for a change of clothes later and find nothing!! It'll be great.]

I don't want to be consumed by anything. I have more important things to do, I just... [of course he has things to do, that's how he ended up in this situation in the first place, and at the same time--] We're really dead.

[sadiskick]

[ It wasn't supposed to be that funny, but she can guess it's some kind of weird postmortem reaction he's having. She walks away but comes back by the time he's done laughing.

She didn't care to wait it out that much. ]

We are dead, but it doesn't feel like it.

[ It's an odd situation, so that's what makes it feel like there is something that can be done. ]

[allfornone]

[Sometimes you just hit the weird postmortem hot button of issues. Or like, three of them. Or five of them. Can he stop having so many buttons, it's dumb, thanks.

Melt is still valid. Subete looks a little surprised when she walks back around, maybe, because he was definitely running at the mouth there but.]

... It's funny, but dying felt like more of a thing than being dead.

[Kind of a sigh. It really is hilarious; he doesn't know what he expected death itself to be like, but it wasn't this. She isn't wrong. Still, his next words are ponderous.]

And we still can't use our abilities.

[sadiskick]

[ What a wild time the graveyard would be if they all received their abilities back upon dying.

She sighs. ]

This isn't what death should be like. If we're still lingering, it has to be for a reason.

[ She just doesn't know what it is yet other than the house wants to eat their dead souls or something. ]

Believe me. If we had our abilities back, things would be different.