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.]

🥤 bottoms up
Hey, want a jello shot? ♥
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Suga is not any better at holding his drink than before, though this time the only victim of his hug attacks is C-ta. Everyone else will get conversation, though.]
I always liked these get togethers
Even knowing what would happen the next day
It's nice to have fun
Everyone here is nice
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[Yes, he was drinking yesterday. Yes, he is drinking again today. Don't judge.
Anyway, feel free to find Raven lounging around with his jello shot.]
Seen anything interestin' in the rift? [...] No, I don't mean the creepy dolls.
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This time it's that horrible gummy thing
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[Are we still letting her just
have alcohol
are we still really okay with this.]
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Alcohol in a dessert?
Don't have too much, you were really drunk last time
[Like he's one to talk?]
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[Are you sure about that, Yor. Anyway, knocking it back!]
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It's pretty strong
[How do they get that much booze in there...]
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[TOO LATE all gone. And also, reaching for another.]
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[Not actually stopping her though...]
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[Why has he turned into a jello shot peddler.]
Did you know that you can throw these into the air and attempt to catch them with your mouth?
[This will end well.]
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Is that so... could you demonstrate?
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You simply make like so... [I'm assuming these are glasses, and pop! He tosses a blob of jello shot into the air and catches it easily... with his face] Ah. This was easier earlier!
[There's now jello in his eyes but surely that's fine.]
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Though he might not even see on accounts of having jello in his eyes.]
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Is there even any kind of CR to break at this point. There's a few muffled flailing noises before Jack... takes out a handkerchief and wipes the jello out of his eyes as though he's done it before...]
Ah, I suppose I will need to find water.
[Humming and turning in a circle...]
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I have to find a way to do a non-alcoholic version of this when I leave this place.
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It'll be fun
[Hi, bf, draping himself over you.]
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[ he is going to pet suga's hair. ]
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I'm not very good at drinking
[His face is also bright red, so.]
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[ closes my eyes. anyways-- ]
I'll get you water, but you have to let go of me.
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[The tilde is almost visible after he's guzzled a few of these; the flush is already starting on his cheeks by then, but they are rather closely packed in the top of the tower, so it could be one or the other.
Jack is just going to start helping hand out jello shots to all comers.]
If only we could send such things to the other side... I fear they will completely forget to relax without our aid.
[No, he's just being silly. They probably do not need his "aid"!!!!]
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They'll be OK
[Thanks for the jello shot, he'll down that right now.]
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[So William is just the arson aficionado now, as opposed to Alexei possibly being the arson amateur, as opposed to Yeager apparently crowning himself archduke of arson?? Who even knows anymore. Jack will guzzle another jello shot in solidarity, sure.]
Still, it seems they have been quite busy...
[Didn't they blow up the chocolate river and the gelateria too. The aftermaths are sad to see... Partying too hard, y'all.]
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I can't really judge?
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[Cursed!! Candy!! Corpses!!!!
Good thing most people didn't ask where it was from; though they can't hear anything, it seems Yeager made up his own social position for the strange gummy individual........ Anyway.]
I wonder if we should follow their example?
[Seems to be vaguely considering this while looking down from the tower. The fact that they are both up here is surely fine and not ironic at all.]
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