GRAVEYARD aka the locked basement LOL

[protoshepherd]

[ You're dead. Either you were ousted and seemed as an ally of the Bad Badger, or the actual allies of the Bad Badger actually got to you.

You remember dying. If you were already dead prior to this whole game... well, you're alive again.

Your death may have been terrible. Poison, being stabbed multiple times, blunt trauma to the head, hanged... whatever. You can still feel the pain.

But... Where are you? You see white walls around you. You're in a hospital...? You're in a room, but there's no one else but you and a man in a blue costume. He doesn't want to reveal his real head, so he hides behind a mask. A badger wearing a blue jester's hat.

And... another person? Has that other person been there all along?

Then you remember being in a mansion. Was that all a dream? You try to figure it out on your own, but you can't seem to come up with an answer. If by any chance you look into the badger's empty black eyes, you might feel like you're being taken to a completely different place. It's as if you can see the mansion again. You can see the people talking, but if you try to call out, nothing happens. They can't hear you.

You avert your gaze from the badger, and those images disappear.

There's so much happening. Pain, and this crazy badger.

You, on the other hand, aren't wearing a blue costume. You have a white dress on, with an opening at the back. That was definitely not what you were wearing... or was it?

You have so many questions. But at least you're not alone. Someone can answer those questions for you. ]

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[ NOTE Your characters will be able to see the events happening in the game while in the graveyard as long as they're looking at the Proto Badger. They cannot participate in any of the polls, or try to converse with anybody that isn't in this room. ]

Comments

[murimurimuri]

Isn't everyone left? Except Dahlia, of course, but she didn't have any reason to do it. All she had to do was wait until Godot and Blackquill were out of the picture and she could have offed them at any point.

[dekillerqueen]

I must admit you have a point.

[PLUS IT'S NOT LIKE HE HASN'T BEEN WRONG ABOUT PEOPLE BEFORE...]

[murimurimuri]

They're probably grilling each other over it in private... maybe it'll come out by the end of the day.

[The wait is a killer, though.]

[dekillerqueen]

I do hope I get the chance to have a conversation with the culprit.

[murimurimuri]

You may yet.

[He does kinda want to see De Killer at work, so long as that "work" is not directed anywhere near him.]

But that'll be awhile from now. Do you play chess, Mr. Doe?

[dekillerqueen]

[Well hey he didn't say he was going to KILL anyone. Maybe just... injure them. A little.]

I do, from time to time.

[murimurimuri]

If the mood should happen to strike you while you're here, Scuttlebutt and I made a paper chess board.

[dekillerqueen]

That may be a good way to pass the time, I suppose. Very well.

... Did he teach you how to play, by any chance?

[murimurimuri]

No way, I wasn't going to waste his time with that. I taught myself.

[Gets out the paper chess set, which is drawn in crayon and has blue and red pieces.]

[dekillerqueen]

... I'm reasonably sure he wouldn't have considered it a waste of time. [What with how much he seemed to CARE and all that.]

[murimurimuri]

...No, I suppose not. But I didn't realize that until much later.

[Even now, he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to do with someone who actually cares about him.]

[dekillerqueen]

In any case, shall we?

[And this is the part where we handwave shit because how do you even chess. SIMON WOULD PROBABLY BEAT SHELLY.

I bet Dogen usually beat Shelly.]

[murimurimuri]

Let's.

[To be fair, he's dehydrated, even more stressed out than usual, and has had very little to eat over the past few days. If he wins, it won't be my much.]

[dekillerqueen]

[THEN LET US ESTABLISH THAT IT WAS A CLOSE MATCH I suppose? One that ends in Simon's victory, regardless, with all those factors making it all the more impressive.]

Very well done, Mr. Keyes.

I imagine you're quite a bit more skilled than Mr. Knightley ever was, despite his evident passion for the game. [Is passion the right word for it? All he knows is that in the collective... two to four hours he ended up spending around that man, the dude would not stop the goddamn chess metaphors. Or the weird air chess.]

[murimurimuri]

...Yeah. He had a real inferiority complex over it.

[Horace wasn't so bad, though. And it was fun to watch him get flustered.]

[dekillerqueen]

Yes, I could tell as much.

Of all the people this badger could have mistaken me for...

[murimurimuri]

Maybe it's the mohawk.

[dekillerqueen]

I... It is not a mohawk...!

[no shelly it really kind of is]

[murimurimuri]

What would you call it?

[dekillerqueen]

... It does not need a name.