GRAVEYARD

[cluedin]

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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[getdrekt]

[hm

he does not partake]

We can't leave if the house doesn't die.

[constellates]

... different flavor?

[he doesn't like these ones? :( ]

So... how to kill house? [a beat] Will Pumpkin, Plum, Peach be okay...?

[getdrekt]

I don't feel like sweets. [??]

I don't know. They might be connected to it.

But they won't be able to say if they are or aren't.

[constellates]

Prefer spicy?

[why is that her immediate second option

anyway she - pauses at that]

.... We would take away their home....

[getdrekt]

No.

[?what??spicy?]

If the house is sentient, it may have simply gained it—like a hermit crab occupying a shell.

If we can kill the living creature, the house could remain.

[he doesn't give a hot SHIT about the furries, but others do, so. it's whatever.]

[constellates]

[ . . . ]

I hope so.

[she frowns as she tries to think - ]

We need to save other ghosts too... who are part of house.

[getdrekt]

If we're understanding it correctly, then they've merged with. Perhaps the more time they spend, the more abilities of the house itself they gain.

Which could be the house's downfall, hence trying to gag us.

[constellates]

Abilities of the house...? What do you mean?

[getdrekt]

It's got some sort of vast power at its disposal.

How else could it have conducted the what we've seen and experienced?

We don't know where the line crosses over to the Master, but the house is responsible for at least part of our accursed troubles.

[constellates]

[she hums thoughtfully at that]

It seems very strong... but the staff still need to take care of it. Техническое обслуживание.

I wonder how much they can say, or if the house keeps them from talking.

[getdrekt]

Slaves to a living, breathing organism that holds their Master captive.

If those images were true, it may even be their father, or a relative.

Now it just comes down to how to kill it, without harming anyone in its thrall.

[constellates]

[ . . . it sounds so difficult but,]

Mm. Должен. We have to.

[there's no choice but to succeed]

[getdrekt]

[...]

...We do.

[because it's right.]