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GRAVEYARD PT. II
GRAVEYARD
The world is black. And then you blink at your plate.
A portion of your favorite dish greets your eyes, albeit in a form you may never have seen it in before. Encased in a thick, wobbling layer of multi-colored gelatin, the food you know and love now sits suspended in its protein-based enclosure as an eccentric re-imagining of the dish. Furthermore, it only takes a glance to see that the rest of the dining table's spread shares this same theme, as every single dish, sweet or savory, finds itself victim to a jiggling Jell-o jail.
Still, you won't have much time to take this all in before a quiet, high-pitched giggling makes its way to your ears, only crescendoing in volume the longer you sit in this oh-so-familiar dining room. It doesn't take much to find the source of the sound either; unlike the other side, this place is absolutely teeming with fairies to the point where the fluttering of their iridescent wings is clearly audible behind the din of their laughter. As you come to your senses, dozens and dozens of beady eyes watch with their tiny faces stretched out in a wide grin, before speaking in unison.
"Welcome, we can't wait to serve you!"
As the fairies erupt in raucous laughter all around you, at least one more thing is readily apparent: however you met your end, your body is completely whole again. You also have company at the table with you, although whether it's desirable company or not may depend on the circumstances surrounding your death.
In any case, there's nothing stopping anyone from leaving the dining room and roaming freely as usual, and most of the same areas that were available to you on the other side are still present here, albeit with some differences. And though your life may have been stolen from you, it still looks like you have a part in this tale, somehow, someway.
So, will you let your story finish here, or will you write your own ending?
[Welcome to the Graveyard! This is part 2 of the GY post for Weeks 6 and 7. The previous post for Weeks 2-5 is linked above. Please also view the GY doc linked above for a full rundown of the basics. You may also still submit for items and gacha rolls using the GY shop post.]
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[Hovering uncertainly, arms raising and then lowering, not sure if hug would be helpful here or not.]
B-but we're doing everything we can!
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So long as you're doing that, then I won't complain. [ pauses ] How... are you doing?
[ From her tone, it's probably clear that she's not going to yell at her or anything for what happened. Even if Morgan didn't just die trying it, she probably wouldn't. ]
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W-well...
[Not great but how do you say that to someone who just DIED and BURST INTO TEARS and-]
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fishing along her belt, but further back so it was out of view unlike the very threatening needle blades, Yor produces a tiara!]
You were a princess, right? Is this yours? Or maybe if it isn't you could have it anyway?
[She still has no idea where this came from or who it belongs to and tbh her memories of Morgan being a princess are kind of fuzzy so that might not even be real but also PLEASE BE OKAY, LOOK, IT'S PRETTY AND SPARKLY.]
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... You remember that?
[ YOU WERE SO GONE, HOW. Anyway she looks at the tiara. ]
No, that doesn't look familiar. I haven't worn anything like that. Is that not someone else's?
[ why are you giving her someone else's stuff??????? ]
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I still haven't found who the owner is, so would you like it for now?
[Please. Take gift. She doesn't know what else to do here.]
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[ It really doesn't feel right, but... looks at Yor's face........ ]
Sure. I can take care of it, in the meantime.
[ She just...... takes it.............. ]
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...It's a little different from living, but not that much. And we're all working hard to make things better even now, so...
Please don't give up yet.