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Secret Log: Purgatory

Congrats on your untimely death! After you die, you will awaken in a very drab waiting room. The only other people in the waiting area seems to be the others who also died back at the cabin. On the wall, there is a sign that reads: Welcome to Purgatory! Please take a number and wait while your soul is processed for its next destination. Thank you. Sure enough, under the sign there is one of those old number ticket machines.

From there, there is nothing to do but... wait! There are plenty of old chairs to sit in (some are even comfortable), along with stacks of magazines that are all discontinued. If you get hungry, there is a cabinet and fridge that is full of various discontinued snacks and drinks. Fancy yourself a New Coke or Pepsi Blue?

Finally, there is an old fashioned tv and antennae. You can use this either to watch some cancelled shows or watch a feed of what's going on back at the cabin. You'll have to deal with adjusting the antenna regularly and bad reception though.

That's about it for purgatory though! Enjoy your stay.

[OOC: This is the log for all the characters that die during the October Horror plot! It's up to you if your character is still affected by the roles given to them by the plot. Please do not discuss or link this log anywhere outside the Purgatory chat until October 15th. After October 15th, this log will be shown to everyone else. ]

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day 1 and onward

[unreachableside]

[After appearing covered in blood but otherwise whole again, Blade can be found staring blankly into the fridge with the door open. One can basically hear the elevator music playing in his head. He's still in shock from the way he died, and the things he saw while he was dying, and also the fact he hasn't come back yet.

When he isn't wasting electricity by gazing into the fridge like it's a magic 8 ball, he folds his arms and leans against the wall, looking almost asleep. Whenever someone new pops up, though, he lifts his head and looks them over.]

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose feels indebted to Blade. But, she’s not actually sure what to do when you feel indebted to someone? All of the people who died to save her are people she hasn’t seen again.]

[So, when she sees Blade leaning against the wall, she frowns. And opens her mouth. This is a mistake.]

I did something stupid.

[unreachableside]

[He's not surprised to see her here, but he is a little disappointed.]

We all die eventually. There is no use agonizing over it.

[Blade is that supposed to be comforting.]

Death makes way for new life. It gives an ending to suffering.

So, sit and rest a while. If our numbers are called, we may be reincarnated. And if they are not, then maybe we're not truly dead after all.

Either way, this isn't where it ends.

Day 2 onward

[end_singer]

[Nito only expresses mild surprise when he first appears, almost as if he'd expected something like this. He hadn't, of course, but it's rather hard to anticipate a waiting room when one has never encountered such a thing before, and harder still to be overly concerned about having "died" when that's one's natural state.

Following that, Nito alternates between staring almost mournfully into the fridge at all the interresting things being stuck as a skeleton prevents him from trying, and sitting in the largest chair, quietly singing, half to himself and half to anyone who cares to listen.]

[unreachableside]

[Blade lifts his head when he sees Nito appear. And then he says what everyone's thinking (maybe).]

... How does a skeleton die?

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[end_singer]

[Nito looks at Blade, giving the impression that he'd be giving a few surprised blinks if he had the equipment for it.]

I have always been dead. This is merely... What might one call it...? Inconvenient discorporation seems the best answer, I suppose.

day 4

[fionnuisce]

[Waver awoke lying on the floor of a waiting room, and frankly with how he felt there wasn't much to do but drape an arm over his eyes and accept that fact.]

Fucking bullshit. If I'm dead, why's my leg still hurt? I'm calling the Root and filing a complaint.

[All said completely deadpan, either from shock or having simply given up.]

[It was both, really.]

[unreachableside]

[Oh. It's that one guy.

Blade kind of. Gently nudges him with his doc martens.]

Might want to move. The next dead guy will appear right on top of you.

[... He holds out his hand, bloody and bandaged as it is.]

Come on. You should be in a chair.

[fionnuisce]

[He made a wordless noise of annoyance, because kicking irreverence into high gear was the only way he could think of to cope with any of that. Better to brush it off for now than start screaming in existential horror of his own mortality.]

[Sitting up reluctantly, he picked up his cane with his left hand and took Blade's with his right--incredibly sore, but attached and functional. There'd probably be a scar for all he knew, he wasn't about to check. Either way, he got back to his feet a little more cautiously than usual.]

Thanks. I should be fine, at least as much as any of us are.

day 4 onward

[twofoldfury]

[His star faded in his arms. He... expected to returned to the Throne of Heroes, as no thought remained in the oblivion of non-existence. Diarmuid had been through this song and dance three times by now, never truly allowed to rest and always when he had so much left behind.

Instead in the second time since July, he awoke somewhere he didn't recognize. For a moment anyway since this was clearly Purgatory or so the sign said. Kind of on the nose wasn't it?

Not the Throne of Heroes because if he were there he wouldn't have manifested like he just walked through a house on fire and rolled in dirt with a number ticket and the face of a man who knew damn well he fucked up.]

[fionnuisce]

...What the fuck do you think you're doing h--shit-

[At some point in that sentence, Waver had started to get up from where he was sitting in indignation, immediately almost falling over. Grinding his teeth past pain and annoyance, he started over:]

What are you doing here.

[twofoldfury]

... I'm sorry. [That was about what Diarmuid expected. And a big part of the reason for his shameful expression. Why wouldn't Waver or Rose for that matter be angry with him for breaking the one promise he made?

He could explain himself. Whether or not it'd be enough, though.]

After you... [Died. He forced the tinge of pain down.] More of them came for us. More than we could manage with what few shots we had left. I paved the way for Ritsuka and Edward to escape by detonating the explosives we found in the mines.

There was no other way.

Day 1 and onward

[not_a_possum]

[Moxxie has obediently taken a number and settled down in one of the seat, some Doritos Guacamole and Crystal Pepsi at hand as he snacks and watches the TV. At any point, when he's not getting anxious about the people in danger on the screen, he might decide to strike up a conversation.]

So. What do you think they'll do with us once they get to our number? Think we'll go back to being alive like I did that last time, or do you think we'll actually go to an afterlife? Honestly, I'd kind of like to go to Hell. I have a lot of good memories of Hell.

Day 2 onwards

[bebest]

[Zulius arrives as he is wont to do, dramatically and screaming. It takes him a moment to catch his bearings, for the screaming to die into a confused whaaaauuuaaa? sound. He's covered in blood, it's stained the white in his zebra hide pink, he doesn't know what he was expecting when oblivion took him, but it wasn't this.]

....Whaaaaaaat the flluuuunk?

[Or a bit later, you might find him peering at the snacks, carefully, he picks up an Ecto Cooler.]

...Oh my Goose, I haven't seen these since the eighties!

[And, naturally, gossip fiend that he is, he'll be watching the TV later, eating snacks. Because this is easier than processing the being dead thing. So much easier.]

Ohhhhhhh booooy I think we're about to get a cat fight. Me-ow.

Re: Day 2 onwards

[not_a_possum]

Zulius! I saw what happened, are you okay?

[Because despite having met his own grisly end the day before and knowing perfectly well that Zulius would materialize here, seeing Zulius go through that was very concerning.]

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose is just…not gonna talk about what happened in there. Instead, her attention is solidly fixed upon the TV.]

[At least there’s content in hell.]

I think we are. Perhaps we’re luckier to be here, that’s the cannibal isn’t it?

[rockily]

[ anything is easier than thinking about this weird limbo they've found themselves in, eizen had been reading up until the moment he heard velvet's voice come from the old tv. immediately he puts aside the old magazine and joins zulius, frowning at the image flickering on the screen. ]

That's no cat fight, Velvet means to kill her.

[ if he hadn't died he could put a stop to this. ]

Shit.

Day 2 Onwards

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose comes in rather anticlimactically and doesn't say anything for the first day she's there or so. There's a lot on her mind right now, about who she thought she was and who she actually is.]

[And about how much she doesn't like the soda here. Dear gods, she's glad this never came to Hingashi.]

[When she finally speaks, it's after taking a long, hard, look around the room.]

I'm not sure if I expected something better, or something worse. Should I be happy?

day 4

[fionnuisce]

Rose-?

[Once again, Waver made the critical mistake of trying to stand up and immediately his leg nearly buckled underneath him. Leading him to simultanerously stagger and lean heavily on his cane, breaking out into a sudden cold sweat and trying to focus on the issue at hand.]

Are you--what happened? Are you alright?

day 4

[twofoldfury]

Rose... [Diarmuid knew Rose had died. That was at least part of the pyre that was his wrath set alight by Waver's death. Seeing her in this Purgatory, however, made his heart sink. Like it set in only just now that she did.

What hurt worse was that inevitably, she would see him. She would address him. She would probably be angry with him, as was her right. At this point it was a matter of ripping the bandage off. He would address it himself, let her lash out. There had been plenty of that on his part this day. He ought to face the consequences of his actions.]

I'm sorry. I... I could not keep my word to you.

day 3+

[bleakdecember]

--Goddamnit!

[Not long after he arrives and takes it all in, he ends up... tossing some chairs around. Just generally having a fit. But hey, can you blame him?

After tossing a chair at the wall, he just stands there, breathing heavily. He runs his hand through his hair and swears under his breath. All that just to die pathetically, twisted into some meek little worm. Ugh.

Sometime later, after he's gotten his energy out, he can be found sitting in one of the chairs (maybe the one he threw? There is a bit of a dent) and watching the TV. He doesn't look too happy about it, and occasionally makes snappy comments.]

[unreachableside]

[Blade, who has been otherwise motionless for probably close to 18 hours as he leans against this wall like he's a statue, actually looks up as the chair goes flying at the wall nearby.

He waits a beat or two. And then, in a low voice like he's just been woken up 20 years too early:]

Are you done?

[poisontippedcure]

[Congrats, Akechi! You've successfully caught Rose when she is no longer feeling depressed or despondent, she is simply annoyed.]

[Here she is, a simple catgirl who is trying to ruminate on the meaning of existence, and she can't focus because someone is throwing chairs. How rude.]

You can do that all you like, it won't change anything.

[rockily]

[ well then, what little peace the day had afforded them has been utterly destroyed by the tantrum the newest of their number decided to throw. eizen, who had been more or less taking a cat nap up against the nearby wall, exhales heavily at the rachet looking over with an expression more exhausted than truly annoyed. ]

Instead of breaking what few comforts we have here, try hitting the wall with your fists.

[arsenist]

[It should be shocking, maybe even disconcerting or fear-inducing, to see the young man hurl the chair into the wall. And if Akira were someone that he wasn't, someone who didn't just roll with the punches in life and come out unbothered by its weirdness and quirks, maybe he would be. Maybe, especially, if he hadn't already been dead for a day.

His first response is instead a strange one. It's a sense of déjà vu, of a face that he feels like he's seen before...

He really does mean to ask one of the questions rotating in his mind. "What's your name?" or "Are you alright?" - something that's a lot more normal than what comes out of his mouth.]

I really do love a guy that can throw me around.

[Shit, he doesn't say out loud, arms crossed over his chest where he leans against the wall and with none of the horror ricocheting through his brain showing up on his face. Damn it, why is it still happening?! I don't even know him-]

I'd ask if you're free next weekend... but if we're dead, don't we have all the time in the world to get to know each other?

[He'd already had the worst day of his life when he realized he had this weird effect on him... and now he gets to have the worst day of his death, too.]