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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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Thankfully there's nobody about to maul anyone when the door opens! Instead you see a room made of wooden planks, like you're looking at a room in a cabin somewhere. There's a window on the wall, but given how it's showing only white it's completely useless. A lone lightbulb hangs on the ceiling, illuminating everything. Dust floats in the air, cobwebs cover the place. By all means this gives the appearance of not having been used for a long time...but at the same time there's something about this place that tells you the complete opposite. Call it your instinct, really.
It's sparsely furnished. From what they can see right away there are two things that perhaps should get their attention.
One is the long, ancient-looking desk to one side of the workshop.
The other is the crowd of people sitting to the other side of the workshop.
Welcome, one and all. Wipe your feet before entering.]
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[ well...he'll wipe his feet, sure. he holds his sword with one hand as he approaches...the crowd of people. ]
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[Rika is going to check the desk first and wait to chime in with the crowd until she gets confirmation that they can speak.]
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On top of the desk there are many materials. Fabric, straw, a menagerie of random-looking objects, small clothes, threads of all colors and lengths.
No sewing needles, though. That's the only thing missing.
All these objects don't have not even a bit of dust on them.
To a side of the desk there are two drawers: a thin one and a much larger one]
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When Rika opens the door she'll find one single thing: a folder. A folder chock full of papers, it seems. It's neatly archived, everything here carefully placed inside the folder.
There's no label on the cover]
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Sketches, in fact. Sketches of fairies.
Judging by the scale to one side the drawings here are real size -- and indeed, the size fits the fairies that fill graveyard and mock people. They're all quite cute, really. Most of them have big X on them, showing they're discarded. A few have circles around features of them -- this style of wings, this sort of hair, should they have visible eyes or not, etc.
Notes on the margins seem to be general musings. None of them is particularly interesting, but the general idea Rika will get from them is that every single design is based on real fairies in other worlds.
Looks like someone is not a creative person. Copying and replicating is her job.
There are more papers to be found in this folder.]
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[Rika's gonna check more papers. Though, she has to wonder...do any of these sketches look like Ferry?]
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More and more designs are seen. There aren't any margins anymore, looks like by now the parts of the fairies were being mixed and match to try to figure out the aesthetic, until a result was reached, if the large circle around it is any indication.
This one fits all fairies that aren't Ferry.
There are just a few papers more.]
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So! Looks like these ones are more fairy designs, but unlike the other ones, every single one of these has a X. Nothing about them works. There's only about a dozen or so.
Something's written on the corner of the last piece of paper]
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But hey! What's this say?]
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Looks like this side of the workshop isn't so well illuminated. He won't be able to see what's going on unless he gets real close, it seems.
...but none of them move when he approaches, even though he has a lethal weapon at hand.
Come closer, C-ta, it'll be fine]
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with his free hand, he'll take the adder stone out and look. tell him your secrets. ]
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It's a little strange. The people are still there, but when he looks he'll see the outlines of some rather varied objects floating there, in the center of every single figure. C-ta won't be able to distinguish them due to the lack of illumination, but each one of them is shining to the adder stone.
None of these people move]
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he puts the adder stone back in his pocket.
walks closer. ]
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Hi, C-ta, say hi to your boyfriend. This sure is Koutarou Suga, life-size, a perfect replica of him. If you didn't know better you'd think he somehow teleported here and was waiting, sitting down here.
Except this has buttons instead of eyes. Neat!]
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but he doesn't.
he'll put the sword away. and use the adder stone on that fake suga. can he see the shining thing any better? ]
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Right in the core of it he'll see...a piece of jewelry. One that looks identical to the ones Suga usually makes.
Neat!]
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more dolls? ]
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All of them with buttons instead of eyes, but they're all pretty dang well crafted. Perfect in every way, really!
By logic it's likely the rest of the dolls, still unseen, correspond to everyone else in the graveyard. None of them seem to be for someone alive]
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fine. he'll try to keep his anger at a normal amount for now. he'll take one of them--let's say raven's. hesitantly, he'll touch it. how does it feel? ]
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While he's touching the doll, though, he'll feel such an odd sensation on his fingertips. Want to press on? It'll be alright, no bold warnings]
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