GRAVEYARD 3.0

[grigori]

THE LAND OF THE DEAD THE SUBURBS AND BEYOND

Arrival in the Land of the Dead is sluggish, as if there's a pressure in the air that you have to push through. It's strange, because all of the people—yes, there's hundreds of thousands of people around you, filtering in to the same location as you—seem to move with more ease. Fearful, fretting, confused, angry, peaceful. All manner of people from all manner of places have joined you in the march to your final resting place. It's... a little more anticlimactic than you were probably expecting, no matter your beliefs about the afterlife. Sorry about that.

Touching anyone around you will give the uncomfortable, chilled sensation that can be associated with ghosts. Most people, you'll just pass right through air. There are some that are a little more solid seeming, like you, but to them? You're the cold one, even if there's physical contact there. That's probably just as worrisome as the fact that color and vibrancy seems to bleed out of the world around you, as you follow a steady slop downwards to what looks like... a rubbish dump? It's more clear than your surroundings, at least, which have turned dull and formless—edges have lost their definition, and anything red is now a dim blood grey, a blue sky is almost steel, yellows have turned to muted sand.

Plumes of dirty smoke rise into an equally dim sky, lending more to the dreary atmosphere. The air is thick with it, and the acrid smell of chemicals, the rot of spoilt food and sewage, and the further in the more awful the smells and sights both are. Not a path of green grass or clean soil can be found as you explore the place you've come to rest. Just ratty weeds and yellowed, dead grass. Somewhere, somehow, there's some kind of electricity, considering the dingy lightbulbs that flicker occasionally, bare and casting everything in a sickly pallor.

The ghosts pass through the town, with a single-minded focus, while the more physical seeming remain in the holding area according to a bland attendant's instruction. You can fuss, you can throw a tantrum, you can try to fight them—but nothing changes, and they've seen this before. Might as well check things out.

Any injuries you're expecting from your death are gone, with no signs of what killed you visible. Count your blessings in this shithole. Because you're effectively on your own. There are no daemons in the Land of the Dead.

welcome to the suburbs

You are here, your home away from home. Aren't you so lucky? The town lay in shambles, with no city square, no streets, no real open space except for where one of the buildings has collapsed. Some businesses or establishments attempt to stand against time and decay, such as churches and other public buildings, but the roofs are full of holes and the walls are a breeze away from falling. Amidst the weathered, stone buildings are improvised shacks made out of repurposed garbage—old timber, hammered out tin cans, plastic sheets, whatever they can get their hands on. It's more and more apparent that the people here live in squalor, with these shanties and shacks and patched up shotgun houses, if they're lucky, and it's obvious that people are literally on top of each other. A single-room shack can house an entire family and then some.

The "and then some" comes in the form of people-shaped... things, purportedly men, quiet, with shadowed faces and shabby clothes. There's no real way to make out defining features, except for their ages at times. Some are unbelievably old, wrinkled, and weathered. They seem to be close to the more long-term residents of the suburbs, but are actively fearful of you, typically wary and shrinking away from any attempts to interact with them.

Get cozy somehow. Rooming is a free for all, and you'll be lucky to find a place you can all squeeze into.



Beyond the shanty town, there's a body of water encased in mist. The mist melds with the dreary sky, almost, so it's hard to see what lies beyond—but you can certainly hear the mournful, angry cries of some kind of birds from within. Let the mods know if you go exploring.

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[grigori]

W4. MONDAY
★ starting from today forward, there will now be color in the suburbs.
★ some of the buildings will be nicer. still rough, but nicer! 2/5 to cozy. oh, and some of the unoccupied homes will be playing some tunes.
★ a small sapling has started to sprout in the middle of the suburb.
W4. SUNDAY
★ the plant life around the suburb will look a little more healthy.

W5. MONDAY
★ the buildings will be much nicer and the plant life healthier. the buildings will have few working appliances (very old and aged)! 3/5 to cozy. oh, and some of the unoccupied homes will now be playing some new tunes. the music from last week can be heard as well in certain houses.

W6. MONDAY
★ the buildings will be much nicer and the plant life healthier. the buildings will have some decent working appliances (still kind of old and aged)! 4/5 to cozy. oh, and some of the unoccupied homes will now be playing some new tunes. the music from previous weeks can be heard as well in certain houses.
W6. SATURDAY
★ a new a dogwood sapling has been planted somewhere centralized in the suburb. near the sapling is a modest vegetable garden.

W7. MONDAY
★ the buildings have been restored and the plant life will be a little sparse but life(?) has returned to the land of the dead. the air will be a little stale but completely breathable. the buildings older but fully functioning appliances! we cozy fam. oh, and some of the unoccupied homes will now be playing some new tunes. the music from previous weeks can be heard as well in certain houses.

LETTERS

[grigori]

Each character may send one letter per day, up to a maximum of three letters each week.

All letters must be ready by Friday at 3 PM EST / 12 PM PST to be sent to the living. Please reply to this top level using the form below!

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WEEK 7

[grigori]

MAIL

[grigori]

🏛️ TOWN HALL (REACT EDITION)

[afterword]

[ Alright, gather all around kids for town hall!

Which, Dokja is already watching, looking a bit amused as if there's some inside joke. ]

[perceivedrevalry]

[When Alisaie mentions she's a role, Revali seems a tad surprised. Huh, Alisaie...]

I see.

[He wouldn't have minded working with Alisaie, truthfully]

[drinkingproblem]

[Okay, so there's also Magisterium stuff!!]

Hey, think these TV things might be left over from the Magisterium, too? Y'know how the damn ghosts kept jabbering about them a while back?

[is that a good thing though]

[third_alternative]

[ watching this with a look of utter disgust ]

Ugh, seriously? Even when they're sharing important information? Couldn't they keep out of each other's laps when everyone has to pay attention to them, at the very least?

[magichammer]

[ well given that happened right by the murder twins...

Ulrika squints and turns to slowly look at the other deda ]

... Did one of y'all do that?

[linearcrash]

[ Just going to laugh at this ]

[spydey]

[ she just eats snacks after yeeting a t-shirt it's fine ]

ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS

[third_alternative]

[ we must collect rocks to pelt the living with ]

w7, monday

[magichammer]

[ Ulrika has dragged a table and chair outside where she can see all the deda as they prepare for the promised day, and yell at them as they go by. ]

Hey! What's your magic skill like? And do you have anything you think I should synthesize? Just make sure to be reasonable about it, I can only make four things a week.

[ she's got a pen and paper poised, ready to scribble down notes... ]

[linearcrash]

I'm not that strong with spells, yo. I'm more about hitting things or using my spear.

[trickedges]

[ goddammit do they need to worry about a homunculus eating god now too i mean what ]

You've seen me fight, you know what it's like. [ tbf that was in a memory where he spent most of his time playing support, but hey. ] Though, now that you mention it, that's actually a good idea...

[ poll the populace: what do you need? ]

[drinkingproblem]

[Siiiiigh.]

No idea about magic, but if I had access to more chakra, I could make some items too...

[He is no alchemist but like. Ninja tags and stuff sure are a thing?? Something to think about... even if he normally doesn't use them as much as regular fighters.]

Most of it's only usable by me, though. Don't think most people around here have got chakra either way.

[taptap]

[ a qing can peer curiously while i put my face into a pillow ]

Is there something even I could use......?

[ #normie problems...... ]

backdated to w6 sunday or something ig;

[trickedges]

[ it's sharing week, apparently, because roxis is mostly still just keeping to himself and looking over his notes, but when there's someone around, he'll clear his throat slightly to try to get their attention. ]

My main request was denied, but I can at least get back some measure of the control over light my Mana would have granted me. Let's just try to make this go as smoothly as possible, yes?

[ he didn't really want to try to seek out people in pcs for this, so. here we are. ]

I'm supposed to tell some of you about important moments for me from where I come from - and frankly, I don't really know what should really qualify as important in this sense, but... the least I can do is make the attempt, if you're willing to listen.

[ when he's a tsun, and it's honesty week. and he's from ostensibly a slice of life canon that just so happens to be a jrpg. but yeah he's not looking enthused about loredumping about himself on anyone unprompted, so you're going to have to say you want to hear it first. ]

[perceivedrevalry]

[Oh, someone else is trying to get stuff back, Revali sees what's going on. Alright. May as well help a little with that]

I suppose I dont mind listening.

ENDGAME WEEK LIVING TOWN HALL REDUX

[perceivedrevalry]

[Well! Looks like the living side has gathered once again, this time discussing their powers and the possibility of getting more back. Doesn't take long for Revali to gather as many people as he can -- this is very important, after all]

Given we have a limited number we should figure out this as well.

[Anybody wants to get some of their abilities back? Perhaps this is your chance]

As for myself, I already have the possibility to use my wind magic for a limited amount of time. Five minutes at full power, ten minutes at half power, and it doesn't include flight, but as long as I have wind I'll be fine.

[He can propel himself upwards with wind, after all!]

[burnstrike]

I'd kind of like to get one of my fire spells back? Seems like it could be useful in situations where a bow wouldn't be.

THE END IS NIGH

[grigori]

ENDGAME
no need to hold back.

 

 

Happy Tuesday afternoon, dead friends! While the start of the day is uneventful, especially in a place such as the Land of the Dead, as it goes on... something seems to be gearing up? You're drawn to one of the more open square areas of the suburbs, a familiar feeling despite your lack of daemons.

You all know what's up. You've heard the talk and seen how they're starting to move. It's your time. Just because you're dead doesn't mean you're done fighting. You'll greet them in however you choose but there are things that must be.

1. The harpies must be tamed and willing to let the living in.
2. The boatman must agree to allow them to cross and be compensated.
3. And a place for the new Tree of Knowledge to be planted needs to be found.

There are other things that need to be done, but those are the three biggest points to complete first.


Hey there graveyard, welcome to your endgame event! Hooray! Just because it's an endgame event doesn't mean it's mandatory so don't worry about it if you can't make it. Just vibe and watch the show play out.

For this event, we ask that players simply thread out below the prompt that you receive. Order is free for all, no holds barred! Feel free to coordinate further in the dead chat. The mods will be checking on the thread(s) periodically to see how everyone is doing, however if you reach the point and we haven't notice you yet, please ping us.

TELL US A STORY.

[grigori]

You've spoken to the harpies. You've tried to reason with him. You've fed them... You've learned about them and they have learned from you. However, in order to have the living arrive as they want to, the harpies must allow them to pass. All they ask is a simple thing from everyone. They want a "True Story". What does that mean? The won't give a better example, but they want a story that "True". A story that will convince them to allow the living to cross the barrier.

★ You all must work together to collaborate on a single "True Story".
★ They will judge whether or not they approve.
★ If they reject it, you will be forced to try again.
★ You are unable to continue to the next point until the harpies have agreed.

w7, backdated to tuesday.

[afterword]

To get my last exchange going, I need to tell a new story to three people. I'll try to keep it brief so it doesn't take too much time.

[ Will take the first three people that comment!! (megaphone) SPEEDRUNNING. ]

Otherwise, if any of you need help with your own tasks, feel free to ask me.

[uncoincidental]

[she chinhands and looks at him expectantly for a story!]

RAMEEL

[grigori]

[ somewhere within the tunnels there's a commotion and various voices that may sound familiar to you all. their voices are far away and weary but they're still talking for the most part, which is good. well, there are at least two voices that are doing plenty of talking and at least one that isn't doing that much talking.

maybe you should find your way and meet them...? ]

[afterword]

[ Thanks to their extremely useful alchemists and bird, Dokja is following the path set out through the caverns- with whatever light it gives out, and the reflection from the cards that stay where they are. (Please don't touch their hard work and make them lose their way.)

Or, you know. Do touch it and feel their wrath. At least Dokja ensures it stays there as they make their way. ]

Watch your step just in case.

SATARIEL

[grigori]

[ the voices of the living aren't what you hear - nothing familiar, here, as you make your way to where you've been told to meet up with portia's group. instead, it's the hushed murmur of... strangers. the dead, maybe? angels? you do know that some managed to scout out a way into the land of the dead.

tread carefully. but they might need you soon, to ensure someone else doesn't get the drop on them. ]

[uncoincidental]

[should she be more cautious about this?

maybe.

but sheba has a lot of people she's waiting for on the living side. the thing is - she doesn't want to wait anymore. when she hears unfamiliar voices, it sets her on edge. if it's ghosts, that's one thing, but if it's angels... well, she's certainly not going to let them block the living's passageway here.

so she grabs her mace and heads in the direction she hears the voices from, although she is careful to not make too much noise, and she'll make her progress from one piece of cover to another where it's possible.]

SHAMSIEL

[grigori]

[ there's already been a commotion made earlier and others have started to arrive. you've all been ready for this. those who have come out from tunnels, those who have needed and little help emerging carefully from an underground. this time? this time there will be a chorus of cries, screams, and perhaps... a neigh? apparently someone's making a dramatic entrance. ]

[reflash]

[a.... neigh?

he's already tired.]

BARAQIEL

[supremity]

[ "snow did you give yourself access to the gy so you don't have to do the NPC code?" yeah

hua cheng goes from watching over the progress of things, silent but offering aid where necessary, to rounding up the group. tanhua paces back and forth behind him, all of its tails lashing, tension in its movements before it turns and heads up the path. it's back towards the entrance, into the grey landscape that leads into the suburbs that they've been staying in. ]

It's getting late. We should start heading out to where they might be coming out - especially if there are angel scouts coming to check things out.

[booksleeves]

[Susato is here. She has her sword by her side, and Wagahai is padding after her. When Baraqiel speaks, she gives a determined nod.]

I'd like to join you, if you don't mind. I know I'm not as strong as some, but I intend to be of use however I can.