GY ENDGAME POST

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GRAVEYARD - END GAME

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Friday

It's been a long stay.

Seven weeks have elapsed since the gates to Aira Niluc were opened to guests of various worlds, and for seven weeks a game of trust and betrayal have whittled the living's numbers down until only a mere third remained on that side. And in exchange, the population of the dead grew as they continued their story on this side.

But the story is coming to a close, almost as if the world itself demands it.

Because sometime Friday morning, oddities start to become apparent within the fabric of this space: buildings starting to deteriorate as their colors start to fade, foods beginning to molder and rot, trees and mountains far in the background flickering briefly show sketch-like outlines before reverting back to normal. While most of the main locations remain fairly intact, there is no area on this side that lays untouched by the sense that this place is starting to unravel, bit-by-bit.

Still, the walls that separate you all from the living hold fast even now, not allowing any of the dead to cross through into the other side.

Perhaps that's not the point here, though. After all, you all still have your own ending to write, here and now.

[Welcome to the Graveyard's Endgame post! The previous posts for Weeks 2-5 and Weeks 6-7 have been linked above.]

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[heroicact]

[He was most invested in the first group, but he won't particularly ignore this one, either. Though, the furniture shop... what on earth.]

I hadn't realized there was something strange in there... But it doesn't look like more letters! Thank goodness, I was starting to tire my eyes out.

[Jack, maybe it would help if you weren't wearing sunglasses.]

[mathodical]

[ live your best life, jack, go commit crimes against fashion ]

Reading other people's mail is supposed to be rude, but I suppose they'd give us a pass if they didn't know we were actually reading it.

[ anyway. ]

Then again, I didn't really step into the workshop either.

[ only to like. grab a saw. no big deal. ]

I wonder who found it?

[heroicact]

[He thinks for a moment, behind his overly ornate lenses -- if anything, these sunglasses are great for thinking cover, eye cover, and all manner of other coverage.]

... Ah! It was Nie Huaisang, wasn't it? A little while back. I remember he said he found very small plastic teacups, plates, and a tablecloth in there. A fairy tea party? And water fell out of the compartment.

I truly hope they aren't about to find water behind whatever hidden feature there is.

[Good luck, workshop team.......]

cw bugs in investigation link oh dear god

[mathodical]

[ IS WATER WORSE OR IS LIKE. BUGS. WORSE.

because william's face. see icon. ]

... I don't think that was a part of the plan.

[ and this is coming from a former street rat, but godDAMN is he grossed out. ]

[libirdian]

Somebirdie has really bad taste in...everything. Just everything.

[gemuinemanagement]

It's kind of gross
And I feel like having your furniture be alive is impractical?

[mathodical]

... It had better not be alive.

And I thought that having rats run around was bad...

[gemuinemanagement]

Why would they be moving if they weren't alive

[mathodical]

Hallucinatory effects.

[ extremely deadpan. please he doesn't want to think about them being alive, he is blanking this from his mind IMMEDIATELY-- ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[Considers this...]

Isn't that worse though

[mearry]

I’d rather be crazy than be in a room full of bugs.

[gemuinemanagement]

They're just really big bugs
I didn't know you were that squeamish

[mearry]

I think any normal person would be grossed out by them, Koutarou.

[ GESTURES AT MORIARTY??? AND NAGEKI???? ]

[mathodical]

At least hallucinating a room full of bugs means that it's not real.

[gemuinemanagement]

Hallucinating would be more of a problem for the investigation
You're surprisingly delicate, Moriarty

[mathodical]

[ i keep saying he is a houseplant thank u suga for taking me seriously ]

When you've lived in the slums for most of your formative years and they tend to infest your food, you tend to have a visceral reaction to such pests.

[ but yeah, about that. ]

[goldencave]

... Hey, Moriarty. If the bug room is a hallucination, then the guys investigating that place wouldn't be looking as grossed out as we are.

[mathodical]

Yes, that is why I was saying I would very much prefer if it was a hallucination.

[mearry]

That’s…disgusting.

[ he can’t even think of commentary. it’s THAT gross. ]

[goldencave]

No kidding...

[ Even Norton's wincing at that. ]

Whoever's living here must be pretty sick in the head.

[heroicact]

......... I, ah, think I would have preferred the water. I have a feeling they would have preferred that too...

[WHY ARE THE BUGS. WHY ARE. Jack is just sort of watching everything twitch with a blank sort of expression; it's not disgust but it is kind of bewildered?? What in the name of hellish interior decoration is this.]

But this means, um, this must be related to B?

[mathodical]

I... suppose...

[ EXTREMELY UNSURE. also what if i just use this icon for this entire thread bc uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ]

Most of the things that we seem to have run across involving B [ what even is that name, god ] seem to either involve dolls or insects of a sort, so I would say... congratulations on the consistency?

[ dry humour is apparently the Way To Cope here ]

[heroicact]

Those must be her preferred tools... Things with no mind of their own, or very little that can be called a mind of their own. Hmm.

[Honestly, he's pretty sure B isn't a name, but that's about all he's got and it sure is far shorter than mirror monster or void creature or even mistress of the mirrors, which he's still fond of using for context because he is a ludicrous individual at the best of times.

Jack is still watching the investigation and his expression is still rather blank, though he glances over occasionally as Moriarty converses with others. There's a small smile, a little rueful, eventually.]

I wonder just how much of this group is adopted nobility? There seem to be rather fewer of us who were actually born into it...

[mathodical]

Or things that she can mould into other likenesses, going by the dolls. And the rats... in light of the new revelations, I suppose those were more her doing than Hamelin's, too...

[ thoughtful. also you know what, jack, that is entirely fair. there is power in names, after all, and knowing b's true name might given them some sort of advantage in fairytale land, hums. ]

More than I would have expected, actually. [ it's actually accompanied with a faintly amused smile. ] I suppose we have our ways of finding ourselves in such situations.

[ "we", because he's totally assuming that jack is counting himself among the "adopted by nobility" group due to the phrasing of that particular sentence. ]

[heroicact]

Of course. Given that she likes so much to make use of mirrors, and moreover we don't know her true appearance... She is either adept at illusions, or simply doesn't have a true form in the first place.

[Something that only reflects -- given the amount of things here that have turned out to be insects (and he only knows about some of them, so it actually is even worse than he's imagining, somehow), it really is plausible.

He's quiet for a moment before quirking a slight smile. Looking away from the room helps.]

Hamelin has used only mice for as long as I've known him. Wherever the rats come from, I doubt it is his doing. [something rueful slips into his next words, after a pause where he seems to be turning Moriarty's over] Oh, if you mean the amount of murder, I would say that is more a staple of the higher classes in general; if you mean this specific situation, I would be truly impressed to see a similar one.

[Is he going to bother clarifying the rest. Eh.]