graveyard 2: electric boogaloo
GRAVEYARD
So, you've met your end. Whether it was at the hands of your allies or your enemies, whether your body is still roaming the earth as an undead cretin, all that made you "you" is gone.
Until it isn't.
the digital afterlife
When your eyes open next, you're in a blindingly light room, with colorful, flickering squares dancing all around you. Your form doesn't feel so physical anymore — if you look down, you'll see that your limbs and body are somewhat translucent and glitchy, as if made of pixels. You no longer feel hungry or tired, but the pain of whatever caused your death lingers constantly, as if to remind you what happened.
Approaching any one of the colorful squares reveals that each one corresponds to an electronic device in a place you've never seen; by looking out of these digital "windows," you can infer that the devices are in a prison of some kind. Bars in front of rooms, beige everywhere... you get it.
It's also weirdly silent, for how chaotic and zombie filled you know the world outside is. At first, it seems you can't leave this endless space — but, it won't all be just staring at the white walls for entertainment here. By concentrating, characters that find themselves here can conjure holograms of items, pictures, memories — anything they can think of.
They'll also find that they can remotely control the electronics in the prison they've found themselves in: they can type messages, play music, and turn lights on and off, to name a few. It's almost like they've been absorbed into the technology here...?
Oh, and you're not alone!
Approaching any one of the colorful squares reveals that each one corresponds to an electronic device in a place you've never seen; by looking out of these digital "windows," you can infer that the devices are in a prison of some kind. Bars in front of rooms, beige everywhere... you get it.
It's also weirdly silent, for how chaotic and zombie filled you know the world outside is. At first, it seems you can't leave this endless space — but, it won't all be just staring at the white walls for entertainment here. By concentrating, characters that find themselves here can conjure holograms of items, pictures, memories — anything they can think of.
They'll also find that they can remotely control the electronics in the prison they've found themselves in: they can type messages, play music, and turn lights on and off, to name a few. It's almost like they've been absorbed into the technology here...?
Oh, and you're not alone!
the (other?) doctor's master plan
After some time spent here, you'll be able to hear the voice of Dr. Bei, a woman you've never seen or heard before. It doesn't come from any one source, but rather, all around you. She sounds like any regular cold, intimidating, serious doctor — and photographs around the facility imply she's the scientist in charge here.
!work...?
Due to dead characters' control over the electronics in the facility, they'll be tasked with generating power for what looks to be a giant portal. How will they do this? By using their newfound powers of course! Conjuring memories, items, and visions generate power, as do utilizing the electronics around the facility. They'll also find they're able to warp to other parts of the city (San Francisco), and see how it's faring after the antiviral was deployed some time ago. The city seems devoid of zombies, but is still run-down and not very populated. Even still, civilization is beginning to stir again. Characters in the graveyard can sight see around San Francisco, with the caveat that it's still the apocalypse; nothing's up and running quite like it used to. But your bodies are holographic and you can't be harmed, so it might be fun to explore carefreely.
Doing all this generates some sort of latent power for the portal, apparently. Don't believe her? There's plenty of accessible files about the last group with a similar mission, though Dr. Bei is clear enough when she says she's not affiliated with CLOUD at all.
Doing all this generates some sort of latent power for the portal, apparently. Don't believe her? There's plenty of accessible files about the last group with a similar mission, though Dr. Bei is clear enough when she says she's not affiliated with CLOUD at all.

CONFESSIONALS (?)
Maybe you had something you wanted to say to them that you didn't get a chance to? Maybe you want one last 'fuck you' to that person in camp who was pissing you off? Or maybe you just want to give them a sign that you're still here. It's not clear how you'll be getting out here just yet, after all...
You can leave as many messages as you'd like!
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I don't know if this message will ever reach you, but if it doesn't, then I'll hope it's because you succeeded, survived, and have the chance to return to your home. And I hope that once you do, you'll be well and continue to fight to make the world better for mages like you. To keep defying the fate that your soul might have tried to write for you. You are your own person, after all, Lapis - and the Lapis that I had the pleasure of meeting and befriending while I was alive is kind beyond belief, and caring.
I found myself wishing I could be more like you. I was, once, before I lost too much. But maybe, if I'm given another chance at life...
I've gone on too long, and I don't wish for you to read this rambling. But I still mean it - thank you, for being my friend. I don't think I could have kept on as long as I had without your kindness.
Take care,
Maria Renard
pretend this is before pohl died
Sometimes, I still feel like it was my fault we were both bitten. But given what I know of you now, I realize you've probably felt much the same way this whole time, too. I'm sorry this is the hand we were dealt.
Maybe it's selfish of me, but... It was easier, because I had you. I didn't feel so alone when there was someone going through the same thing, too, even if we went about it differently.
I hope you'll beat the odds and make it for longer than I did. If nothing else, just to prove everyone wrong.
—Maria Renard
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I'll say it again - I don't hate you. I can see, you know, that past your obsession with sex, you were only trying to be helpful. That there's good in your heart.
So, thanks, for standing up for Pohl and I. For trying to talk to me even when I was in foul moods.
I hope things get better for you.
—Maria Renard
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I realized it was you I was talking to, and not Richter. But oddly enough, it didn't feel too dissimilar to talking with him. You could have said at any point that you were Amos, but for some reason, you kept on. It's a bit funny to think back on, now, but... Thanks for doing that. It calmed me down.
I hope you can go back to your people. Thanks for all of the times you tried to protect us.
—Maria Renard
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I'm glad to have met such good and like-minded people here. I'm sorry that we were hardly able to fight alongside one another, even if the cause here was completely different from our battles at home.
But more than anything, I hope you can both return to your home and continue your fight. If I'm somehow reborn into my own world and can continue my own fight, too, then I'll do just that, and think of my comrades doing the same in a different world.
For liberty, equality, and fraternity!
—Maria Renard
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How unfortunate, that I never had a chance to hear your music. I'm sure it would have been unlike anything I'm used to, but if it's about fighting oppression and rebelling against the aristocratic ruling class, then I'm sure I would have enjoyed it.
In any case, I've heard that being a prick isn't good for your complexion, gonk — that's you, Johnny.
I hope you both keep on fighting for what's right.
—Maria Renard
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You have a kind soul. I never told you as much, but you reminded me a bit of my friend Annette. And that is a very flattering comparison, I'll have you know. Strong, but compassionate, if a bit unforgiving. Admirable.
Thank you for all of the times you tried to comfort me. It was nice to learn about you and everything you've been through. I hope that you continue to live for yourself.
—Maria Renard.
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But I digress. I suppose none of this matters, anyway.
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We only knew each other for a little while. But know that the time you did spend to make me feel at ease given my condition was not unappreciated. It speaks to your kindness and selflessness, despite what others might think of you. I'm grateful for that.
I wish you only the best of fortune in your fight at home. Maybe you'll even think of me the next time you do away with a corrupt priest. I would love that.
—Maria Renard
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Form is emptiness, emptiness is no other than form.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is no other than form.
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Well, this is unexpected. And he just knows Helly's going to be absolutely pissed too. Argalia's Miffed himself, but it seems that fate has grantes him a third chance to enact his revenge.
Oh, how wonderful. Now as long as he never has to see the people who saw him at his weakest again (outside of. here. he supposes) then he'll be the happiest camper.
For the first while before Dr. Bei speaks up, he's... testing the various features. The music more than anything, interested to see what's left in this odd wasteland. Everyone gets to enjoy a little Vivaldi.
Afterwards he'll more or less be. Hanging. There isn't much they can do (peeping at files and sightseeing aside), but Argalia doesn't seem to mind... too much... for now. His whole body is aching though, which blows, but okay.
... Now this. This feels like The Library. Fascinating. ]
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[ The notion of being 'digital' and 'holographic' escape Maria, of course, so she can only assume that she's become some sort of spirit or ghost, though this certainly doesn't feel like any sort of place she'd haunt.
Perhaps she should simply be glad that she's not stuck haunting the church, of all places.
Conjuration, at least, is her strength, the very basis of her sorcery. She conjures small things, at first. A bouquet of wildflowers, and a vase to put them in. A book. An old dress of hers. But it's not long before she conjures the facsimiles of her familiars, and then her friends.
In time, she conjures a scene, a little corner of the quaint cottage she'd called home. And with it, a young man and an older woman, positioned like actors in the scene of a play, talking to one another, though their voices cannot be heard just yet. ]
ii. electronics
[ When it comes to actually controlling the electronics as they are supposedly meant to do, however... she's lost. So lost.
She is staring down at each and every interface that begs for interaction, and she does manage to play some music... Maria's contribution to the prison playlist is opera.
Other times, she is clumsily... attempting to type? ]
Bloody thing. Have you had any luck writing any messages? And just what did that scientist mean about generating power, anyhow? Do you suppose... we'll truly be able to return, so long as we keep at... whatever it is we're doing, here?
[ Classic Maria, just coming out to ask a million questions. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Aka, let's go sightseeing. Maria will 100% get bored at some point and try to go on an excursion so lfg!! ]
i mwuah
...
See the woman who looks alike to Maria and assume, rightly, that she must be her mother, a silent actor in a play. He wonders who the young man is with some annoyance and then puts it from mind; if such things are in the area, then their maker can be no farther. ]
A charming family, if I've ever seen one. [ And he's destroyed many! ] ... Maria.
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...Argalia.
[ His voice feels both familiar and unfamiliar here, where Maria has surrounded herself with everything and everyone she'd hold dear and lost in a few scant weeks. In the painting of days and a home and people Maria can seemingly no longer return to, he's an anomaly through and through. ]
So, all of us who've died all go to this same place, then.
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He rounds the table, fingers tapping a small beat as he remains otherwise apart. Almost trying to be, despite how he'd acted prior to death. ]
Indeed. I'm rather looking forward to helping the good doctor with her plans to return us with the others, though... I cannot say all of us hold the same enthusiasm.
[ Helly, ]
... Did you go as you wanted?
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...I did. I didn't think I would be able to carry on well enough. So I stayed behind at the church and drew the undead towards it so that the others could make their way to the next destination.
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[ ... Of course he'd known he would see her again, after arriving such a place. But it makes it no easier staring at her as he does now, heart-- filled, empty, bursting at the seams and wrung dry. He can't help the fondness that inhabits the syllables of her name, though. ]
I should hope that death has returned your energy and health in full as well, as it has mine. [ All that to say that she looks well and he hopes she feels it too. ] It's been rather nice being able to breathe without feeling my lungs give out.
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But it's a blessing, both that Argalia doesn't feel the pain of the injuries that led to his death, and neither does Maria feel— well, she doesn't know. Her body being torn apart or crushed, she imagines. She lost consciousness before waking up here, in much the same way she had lost consciousness and woke up in the lab, all those weeks ago. ]
Right. You do look... as well as we can be, given all this.
[ ... ]
Do you believe what that woman said? That we might still be able to return?