GRAVEYARD PT. II

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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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[heroicact]

[Good mourning, jello hell.

Jack wakes with a jolt, mostly because sleeping deeply isn't particularly in his repertoire; but then, neither is dying, so there's a great deal here that's brand new. He might be forgiven for taking a moment or two to take in his surroundings.

Blinking at the jello. Blinking at the jello some more.

And oh, dear, it looks like he's been tied to a chair? Or something like that, we'll hope.]

... Ah, I see. So the true trial of the dead is being forced to eat jellos for all time.

[mathodical]

[ absolutely been tied to a chair like a pit stop, really.

but hello, jack. there's a very familiar blond who's sitting in front of you with his hands folded and smiling at him like a knife from across the table. ]

Don't worry, the fairies aren't going to be too offended if you don't eat the jello.

Welcome to the afterlife, friend. [ he's actually not... using it ironically? but. you know. ] We've been waiting for you.

[ clearly very ominous. ]

[heroicact]

Well, I'm rather trapped to this chair, you see -- so you can understand why that was my first fear!

[I mean, who doesn't die and then immediately wax lyrical about how cursed the food is. Priorities are important!

Jack does smile back at him, guilelessly; it doesn't look particularly different from his smiles back in the living days (you know! the actual double living days!!). He's had so many people be ominous at him by this point.

Probably many more returns, though.]

But if that's all, then I suppose I should be prepared for quite a lot of dead enthusiasm, yes? You all seemed so very lively in your letters.

[mathodical]

[ two weeks ago that was also liam's first priority upon waking up so like. you know? actually valid. ]

Our... famiglia, if that's the term you were using, had to make sure that you were here for the main event, after all.

[ that's probably c-ta's cue to slit his throat. or the professor. or rika. or yor. there's a whole lotta people out for jack's blood today, tbh. liam isn't really one of them right now, but he's very gladly helping to facilitate the bloodbath ongoing, hums.

it's accompanied by a headtilt and a slightly more vicious smile. but only slightly. ]

I would apologise for the letters but we had several... creative roadblocks to work around to ensure that they were read by the right person.

[hellochildren]

Oh, you vill certain wish it was zat, Vessalius.

[Good mourning, Jack. A small bird sits on the table. No emotion is showing on his face, but you can tell one thing.

This is not a happy bird.]

[heroicact]

Oh, what's this? Even the birds have arrived at the same afterlife... That's certainly reassuring, though I had hoped so from the letters themselves.

[Jack cocks his head, looking for all the world like a mirror of a bird on a table. He's watching Pericles with open curiosity, and doesn't seem particularly on his guard.]

Though I see the Professor is in a terrible mood this morning.

[hellochildren]

Indeet. Raser fortunate, considering I woult have preferred not to be in a separate afterlife from everyone else.

And, of course, it means I am still able to observe what happens wis the living, every now ant again.

[His eyes narrow slightly, but only for a moment before returning to normal.]

Tell me, is zere a reason you chose to betray the group? Or dit you merely find it amusing to watch us suffer?

[eternaljune]

Mii! Been a long time, hasn’t it, Jack? Looks like you’ve gone as far as fate let you, huh? ☆

[Rika leans forward with a soft smile.]

[heroicact]

Hello, Rika. It hasn't been so very long, but time may pass differently on this side, I suppose?

[He watches her curiously, returning her ☆ with a half-smile.]

I've never particularly understood your fixation with fate, but as that seems to be quite important to you, it would be impolite of me to speak against it.

What fate is there in a place like this, I wonder?

[eternaljune]

Fate's just designed to force people who have lost all hope into inaction--the idea that "this is how the story is supposed to go" in this realm, I imagine. You seemed to be just as fixated on it before. Or was what you said about Nageki's destiny ending with his death another one of your elaborate little lies? You seemed to have the idea that you were in control back in that trial.

[They're both people playing out a charade, so Rika sees no reason to be too nice. So she shows off the sharp iron dagger, a nice gift from Yor.]

Did Hamelin give you and your "friends" the idea that you were more important in this game than anyone else? Or is that just your own ego thinking your wish is just that much more worth granting than anybody else's? I wonder...

[mearry]

[ william stands in the front, greeting jack.

however, there is a second figure in the dining room area. c-ta.

he grabs jack by the hair with one hand, his other hand holding a thin dagger against his throat. ]

Good evening, Jack~. Seems like your stupid act got blown out of the water. What a shame, isn't it?

[heroicact]

Oh, ouch. My goodness, C-ta. I was wondering where you had gotten off to. You're rather late.

[Jack is still smiling, like a glass window in an empty house, even with his hair pulled and the dagger against his throat. He's smiling and smiling and looking straight at C-ta.]

Well, all stories must come to an end sooner or later.

[mearry]

[ two people can play at that game, jack. ]

I see. So I guess we really aren't that different. Or maybe you're on a whole different level? That mask of yours is pretty impressive, after all. It's scary~

[ c-ta wishes he could rip the skin of his face off. ​]

So? What does the actor want to say now that he's off stage?

[laytorest]

[She waits her turn, the final visitor, watching intently until he has a chance to rouse and take in, for the nth time, the jello moulds before him.

Or maybe he looks elsewhere! It's been quite a time after all. But regardless, it does not change her chosen act.

In a quick, fluid motion, she throws a needle-like blade right for his skull, with enough force to bury itself through bone.]

[heroicact]

[DING-DING-DING THAT'S A SOLID 10!!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT SPORTS ANALOGY I'M USING BUT IT'S A PERFECT HIT!

> (1) MIKAN SHISH KEBAB ACQUIRED

Alas, that was probably the quickest death in the entire game so far so it will be a little difficult for him to remember later. Please come refresh his memory periodically, Miss Yor. ☆]

[laytorest]

[Gladly.

She'll retrieve the blade and wipe it off on the cleanest part of his clothes - pants, maybe? This may as well be a red suit now. But anyway, enjoy those mysterious new red (or brown, when they dry) streaks and 0 further explanation.]

[dezolation]

Oh, they still haven't untied you?

[Hi Jack. Finally someone who isn't out to murder you. There's Zola, strolling in, pushing away the jello with blood and sitting on the edge of the table, crossing one leg after the other]

[heroicact]

[Sorry, Zola, quite a lot of the jello may be bloody now!

In fact, we don't know how many jellos' worth of blood we have here, so please wait warmly and find out. ☆]

I'm really starting to wonder if I'll spend the rest of my not-quite-days here?

But hello, Zola. It's been a long, long time, actually.

[dezolation]

It really has been a while. I won't say I'm happy to see you because I'm not.

[ Not really because of anything personal or because Jack is a traitor, but because more people arriving here can't be great]

But maybe you're the last one anyway. This mess is ending soon, so either you spend the rest of your days with everyone looking at you with disgust, or you spend it tied up here with the fairies mocking you. It's your call, I don't care either way.

[After watching the trial she believes this guy isn't going to be cowed by threats, a few murders, and the such. He's a decent agent, she supposes, not some minor criminal one can shoot in the kneecap to get talking.

He probably won't ever talk to them, she knows that, and unfortunately the sophisticated methods she'd use aren't feasible. C'est la vie]

[foxetious]

[Once the deaths have stopped, Gin steps forward from the far wall, where he was patiently waiting for his turn to have a go. He's still a chair or so away, and remains standing, but he does lean forward to better look Jack in the eyes.]

My my, you've gotten yourself into quite something haven't ya?

[heroicact]

Well, I would say this is even more effort than murder, but...

It's both a new experience and not, I suppose -- I don't mind how everyone likes to waste their time or vent their frustrations onto the nearest party that they deem guilty or unsatisfactory, but it really gets a little tedious after a while.

[It is rather an effort to talk, he did just get his entire throat slashed earlier, after all, but he looks thoughtful about it instead. Sort of hums a little bit to himself, sorting out his vocal cords and the state of all the rest of him.

Honestly, honestly, the worst part is probably that all the blood keeps getting on his clothes. I'm pretty sure the clothes don't regenerate and That's Terrible.

Gin gets the post-murder stare, that is to say a little dazed and a little empty, clouded over a bit like glass in a window that's been rendered to pieces but not shattered. It's still aware, though, in some way. There are words coming out of it.]

I wonder what you're here for, then?

[oversaw]

[ After everyone has more or less come and gone, Lucifer enters in with a sad, apologetic smile. Stopping mortals from doing as they wish is... difficult for him. Like his creator, he values free will. Even if he doesn't condone these actions. ​]

I'm sorry for all of this, Jack.

[ He won't ask Jack not to hate them or be upset. Being able to is a right in and of itself. So instead, he quickly unties the ropes. ​]

Let me take you somewhere else. [ As he speaks, he holds out his hand. Surely no one will bother Jack if they're together. ]

[heroicact]

[Jack blinks, and then brightens up a little when he sees the feathers and the feathery hair -- he'd been rather distracted, and had forgotten that there were at least two more feathered individuals that he would have liked to greet, regardless of how they might want to greet him.

He's a little bit more awake (or maybe very awake? given everything, but then being sent to sleep in the jello moulds repeatedly like a snooze button getting slapped is a little disconcerting and a little draining all at once), a little paler and a little more tired-looking but, well.

He doesn't seem particularly upset. His expression settles closer to blank, a little smile as he regards Lucifer's expression.]

Well, you needn't apologize for the things others get themselves into.

[There's something wry in the corner of his smile that says he might be including himself in that, but he reaches out and takes the hand; it takes him a moment to find his feet but seriously he's been in this chair for ages.]

I really haven't seen much of this place yet; I'd hoped to have a chance to explore before too long. But perhaps the first place I'd like to find is somewhere to get a change of clothes. I truly hope such a place exists...

[Seriously he is not wearing this for the rest of the game!!!]

[purefuries]

[ ........... ]

Why ever are you tied to a chair?

[ asking the breaking news questions here ]

[heroicact]

You know, come to think of it... I haven't had the chance to ask that question yet. It's not as though I'm armed? Everyone here appears to at least be armed...

[He's at a disadvantage and yet he's still tied to a chair, gosh.

His expression says he isn't sure whether to be flattered or disgruntled about it -- though it also isn't a particular genuine expression. It's quite a few shades paler than a real face, at any rate. Sometimes waking up is a trial! (Badumtish.)]