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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 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?

[bleakdecember]

[He spins quickly to see -- ah. Hadn't noticed him with how still he was being.]

Sorry, did I interrupt you? I guess not all of us are as calm about dying.

[unreachableside]

[He stares right back.]

... I have experience.

That guy said at the beginning that we were all going to die.

[bleakdecember]

Experience? With dying?

[He scoffs. Then again, this is the guy who said he was like, eighty thousand years old or whatever.]

...And? I don't know about you, but I don't simply lay down and accept it when someone tells me I'm going to die.

...Wasn't even a good death.

[unreachableside]

My past self died and got revived more times than you want to know. In this life, I heal too fast to die. Usually.

[Unless he can't heal at all, like this place...]

Unless you're cursed like I am, death comes for us all. It even came for me.

... But if I'm being honest. [He casts a glance toward the cloaked skeleton hobbled in a chair.] I don't think this is the end for us.

Maybe gods can die. Maybe not. But I was one of the first people here, and I haven't been shown the way to hell yet.

They're stalling.

[bleakdecember]

[Most of it is too much for him to process now. But the whole "it's not the end" bit does quiet him down. A lot of people seem convinced of that... But at least Blade has some explanation. They're stalling?]

You think they're keeping us here because it's the only thing they can do? Hm. So it's only a matter of time before they lose their grip.

[And then... something will happen. Maybe not anything good. It's more reassuring than being stuck here forever, at least.]

[unreachableside]

[He nods.]

If they wanted to sort us into the afterlife, they would've done it already. What is the delay? What are they waiting for?

It doesn't make any sense.

Something big is going to happen tomorrow. What, I don't know... All we can do is watch. Maybe our friends out there will turn the whole thing on its head.

[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.

[bleakdecember]

I am aware. [Through grit teeth. He shoots the catgirl with a glare.]

How can you all be so calm? The only thing we have left is rage. I'm not about to give that up so soon.

[poisontippedcure]

Calm. Right.

[As far as Rose is concerned, the last thing she's been here is calm. She's been a lot more emotional than normal and let a lot more slip than she would otherwise.]

[At the end of the day, though, she didn't throw a chair, so at least there's that?]

We're calm because there's no point in being angry. Throw all the furniture you like, but we're already dead. This place will either spit us back in the city or this will be the end. That's it.

[bleakdecember]

That's it? That's it?

[He clenches his fists at his side.]

I don't care that it won't do anything. I don't care! I'm going to be stupid and angry because I have nothing else left. You can go to the other side of the room if it bothers you so much!

[poisontippedcure]

This may come as a surprise to you, but I'm not happy about this situation either. None of us are. Do you think any of us want to be here?

[She frowns. She looks a bit more animated than before, at least.]

And you may not realize this, but this room is small. Going to the other side won't help when you're over here having a tantrum.

[bleakdecember]

Oh, spare me the lecture. Can't you let my grieve myself for a few minutes?

[He's grieving his mess of a life. Pathetic and lead up to nothing. And ended in a whimper.]

I'm sure I'll go numb and shut up like the rest of you soon enough, but I want to lose my composure for once in my miserable life.

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose takes a deep breath. If she knew what Akechi had been through, perhaps, she would feel differently.]

[Or perhaps not. Either way, her capacity to care had been shot for the near future.]

You're free to do as you like, but if you make noise, you may be depriving others of the freedom to grieve as they see fit.

[And then, after a beat.]

You're new here, aren't you?

[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.

[bleakdecember]

[One way to get everyone to remember who he is: throw a tantrum. Works better than his whole big plan before death...

He does pause, though.]

Then you'd just complain about the holes in the wall. Or I'd get injured.

[rockily]

[ that is certainly one way to get remembered, eizen won't be forgetting the guy who threw a tantrum after dying anytime soon. providing they ever make it out of here. he can only assume this isn't the end, that there is something else after the cabin and this mediocre room - they wouldn't be here otherwise.

eizen shrugs, arms crossing across his chest. ]

The room could do with a few holes, might give it more character. As for your hands? Well, you've already died. A couple of bloodied knuckles is nothing in comparison.

[bleakdecember]

[He flexes his hands, considering. He'd hate to leave any obvious scars on his hands, but... he wears gloves enough anyway.

He chafes a little at having someone tell him what to do, but... he does just go ahead and. Punch a wall.]

[rockily]

Feel any better?

[ the answer is very likely no. none of them would feel any better after what they have been through. no matter which way you look at it the whole thing sucked, and instead of whatever afterlife they may or may not believe in they're what? left in some shitty waiting room with a tv seemingly designed specifically to allow them to watch the rest of their group go through hell? it's fucked. ]

[bleakdecember]

[Actually, he does feel a touch better. It's probably not healthy that causing property damage helps with his mental health. But that's a problem for... not right now.]

At this rate, maybe I can tear a way out of this place.

[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.]

[bleakdecember]

[To Akira's credit, it does stop Akechi dead in his tracks. It's so unexpected, so bold, so stupid that all he can do is turn around and stare almost dumbly.

There's that hint of déjà vu, but he chalks it up to seeing him in the cabin beforehand. Hadn't they? Yet he feels like he would have remembered this... reckless abandon.]

I wonder if we can still die here. Killing you might actually cheer me up.

[He says it, casually, like it's nothing. But then he narrows his eyes, some of his intensity slipping away.]

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it's one of those effects still lingering.

[arsenist]

[Yes, he tries to say. I'm so sorry, would be its follow-up, because he still can't believe he's doing this to a familiar but complete stranger.

What Akira actually says is:]

That'd be pretty hot, you know? I'd love to see you try.

[Maybe if this guy kills him, the effect will leave. It's not too late to hope.]

You're definitely having an effect on me, though. [It's... barely close to anything Akira's trying to say, so maybe he'll pick up on it somehow?] You think I'd be able to say any of this if you weren't?

[Better, if humiliating.]

[bleakdecember]

[There's another universe where he might actually enjoy this. Back at university, at one of the local bars or something. He has always liked flirting as a means of stroking his ego. And this guy isn't so bad to look at, but...

Now isn't the time. This might not even be the right life, or death, for this. So he watches Akira with barely contained rage.]

...Thank you. You've made me realize that things could be worse. I could be still be stuck as a pathetic, blubbering mess like you.

[He checks his arm, but the brand is gone. Why's it still effecting this guy?]