graveyard.

[foxhounds]

You remember dying. In fact, you remember the exact feeling and fear of how you died, and yet in the next moment, you're suddenly standing in a cold room. You're not sure how you got here at all, but it's as if you were suddenly put here the moment after you died. As you look around, the first thing you'll notice is that you're standing in front of an open casket. And you're inside. The corpse inside the casket is definitely you, and it's also definitely dead, which certainly makes this confusing. Luckily, here's someone here to explain. When you wake up, there's footsteps walking closer, and then a familiar face appears. Iván is here, or someone that looks very much like her is. All she starts off with is two simple words— "You're dead." Which would seem obvious, but she explains that you have been before you ever arrived to the island. The shipwreck and the island are't real, after all. This is purgatory, and the Hunt is a way to judge the souls of the living. People show their true nature when they're put in a stressful situation, so it was deemed that this was the way that these judgements would be passed. She explains that you'll know your fate when the game ends, but if you really can't wait that long, you could always ask, but hope isn't lost. After all, the "killers" are on your side. If they can win the game, then everyone can come back to life. They know this, and it's why they're fighting so hard to win. It's a shame that the odds don't seem to be in their favor, but that's also part of the Hunt. — Exploring your new surroundings, you'll realize that you're likely at the bottom of that giant sinkhole, at least if that light far above you is any indication. You no longer feel the need to eat or sleep anymore (technically, you never did, but the habits of being alive are hard to break), so it's a good thing there's enough to do while the game continues. You can watch the proceedings of the Hunt in one room where there's plenty of comfortable couches to sit in and lounge, as well as a fully stocked bar, if you feel like indulging. Another room offers a game room with cards, billiards, and any other games you'd like to play in a group. If you ask your host nicely, she might provide more, but for now, there's not much to do other than to watch and wait for the Hunt to end.

Comments

[unrecked]

I'll tell you later.

[Curiously, Jason waits and watches. He's a plain ol' Normal minus a few fucked up things that happen in his world. The Pit he was dipped in included.

After a moment, he grins.] Well, well. Not bad. You're kinda cute. [He may or may not be pretty tsun.]

Feel better? I could ask the lady for some fish.

[liven]

[ Shijima-the-cat meows in response, hopping back up onto the couch and sitting down there. Kouichi would be able to translate for her, but it's pointless to expect Jason to know the specifics of what she's saying.

It...sounds like approval? But then again, she was never very secretive about her adoration of fish. ]

[unrecked]

[Okay, there can't be cute, immortal, magical white cats with huge eyes without any petting. He doesn't even care if she decides to tear his arm to pieces, he's going to fucking pet down the back of her head gently with a hand. Once or twice, that's it.

Why are cats so cute, but never want to be petted? That's just rude and not right.] Heh. It sounds terrible to say, but I hope Royce kicks the bucket soon, so he can come see this. Please sit in his lap if you can.

If we end up dying, I'd die happy just seeing that. It'll be as good as the picture Max took of him.

[liven]

[ Cats are so cute because they're the Best. Shijima doesn't seem to mind being petted...but again, she's played housecat for years now. Before she got stuck in this loop, at least.

She'll even purr a little. ]

[unrecked]

[Also comes back some time or another with smoked salmon for a certain white cat.

Cause, you know, he can sweet talk the Judge.]

[liven]

[ SHE WILL EAT ALL OF IT human or cat, whichever form he catches her in. jason is now her favorite. ]