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

[feytality]

[Maya jerks up with a start as she arrives, panicked and disoriented. She stares around, rubbing at her head]

Ooh, someone get the license plate of that...

....W-What happened? Sis? A-Anyone?

[cardboard_journalism]

[Here's a box-girl, sans box!]

What? --Why are you here? You weren't voted, were you?

[feytality]

[WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS NON-BOX STRANGER]

V-Voted? What do you mean?

.....Who are you?

[cardboard_journalism]

[RUDE, my dead body was un-boxed and everything!]

What, you don't remember me? I'm Myriam Scuttlebutt, Ace Reporter!

I've been trapped here for... I don't know how long! Since last night!

[feytality]

[She just died, cut her some slack]

M-Myriam? You di--

[Ah, but she's here!] You're okay?!

[cardboard_journalism]

No! And... no.

This is supposedly the afterlife. Kahk-kahk.

1/2

[feytality]

Oh, I see.

[feytality]

W-WHAAAAAT?!

T-The badgers got me?!

[murimurimuri]

[Coming back from that murder he just did. Just ignore the blood spatter.]

...Huh? What are you doing here?

[feytality]

[GOING EVEN PALER HOLY CRAP]

E-Eh?! Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[murimurimuri]

You raise a very good point! I'd say that question is applicable to everyone here.

[feytality]

You're supposed to be dead!

[Wait]

I'm supposed to be dead?!

[murimurimuri]

...

Look into the badger head.

[feytality]

The badger head....? [OKAY, SHE'LL DO THAT]

[feytality]

---WHAT THE HECK?!

[welp]

[cardboard_journalism]

[had dozed off for that, so, looking up to see him like that was also a shock...]

...What did you do...?

[murimurimuri]

[He peers down at himself and there's this moment where he, too, seems almost surprised, but he shakes it off with a cold smile.]

Team Gavin will be arriving soon.

[cardboard_journalism]

[She didn't like that look]

How do you know...?

[murimurimuri]

Call it a hunch!

[cardboard_journalism]

...What'd you do, bash his brains in?!

[doubledefense]

Maya! Maya, are you alright?


[ shuffling over there as quickly as this migraine will allow ]

[feytality]

[By this point she's calmed down, somewhat, so she just nods, rubbing at her own head]

I think we're supposed to be dead, sis....

[doubledefense]

For certain definitions of "supposed to."


[ nooo '^' petting her hair a little '^' ]

[feytality]

[GONNA HUG]

[Though she's taking this pretty well, all things considered]

I think... somehow, we got the boot in the vote.

[doubledefense]

That's strange. It was unanimous.