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

[snackoosniper]

Well, aren't you the gift that keeps on giving.

[ More like the gift that buries itself under a rock and then pops out whenever it feels like volunteering information...?? ]

So? What is it, another role?

[liven]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Ask the Overseer or the Judge about it. [ Is she...blaming them...? SEEMS LIKE IT. ] As soon as I saw him here, I knew he would die first.

[ Doesn't Ema just love Shijima's random cryptic assertions. ]

[snackoosniper]

[ NO. SHE REALLY DOESN'T ]

Yeah, yeah. Answers never come easy here, I get it. Yeesh, how many times does a girl have to die around here to get a break?

[liven]

[ RUDE. Shijima rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. ]

His "death" was specifically directed at me. That's how I know he was killed. I do not know who specifically carried it out, but I know it was not an accident because Alois Trancy could not be playing this game.

[ For...some mysterious reason. But it does seem like she's actually trying to volunteer the information, even if she's being habitually unclear about the specifics. ]

Not this time.

[snackoosniper]

[ ... A sigh. Why does she bother asking questions when they only sprout more questions, like some horrible hydra of inquiries? ]

What was he, a second Zaroff? Why would his death be directed at you?

[liven]

No. I work alone. [ HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HER except: ] And the reason his death would be directed at me would be because I am the only person who knows that Alois Trancy has already been judged, in the last game I played.

[ well snap is that clear enough for you ema ]

That is nothing more than a rather amusing copy. A good copy, but a copy all the same. He was a pawn used to see if I would flinch, and to show you lot how a trial goes - not everyone has my experience with the mechanics.

1/2

[snackoosniper]

[ snap!! yes ty shijima ]

A... copy? They can make clones of people?

[ It would explain Ivan and the Judge, to a degree. And they all did see their own bodies when they got here, which means.... ]

2/2

[snackoosniper]

Am I a copy? Are we all copies?!

[ SHE DOESN'T NEED THIS SCI-FI BULL HONKEY except they're in supernatural territory now, why is she surprised ]

[liven]

No, it's just that brat.

[ CALM DOWN EMA, IT'S FINE... ]

There needed to be a tutorial round, didn't there? And a chance for the Overseer to draw me out. Unfortunately for her, I don't really care about him...

[ so acting normal when his body turned up was easy??? because who gave a fuck if alois got thrown in a well???? possibly other zaroffs who weren't cats. ]