graveyard part 4

[gamehead]

hunter's game the graveyard You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead.

Comments

[encored]

A dead human that isn't even digesting anything. [waves her off LET HIM BE A LAZY FATTYDINGDONG]

Do you think? I suppose that's one worry off. [he says "worry" like he was worrying at all in the first place...] Whatever, that's more reason to hope this rubbish ends as quickly as possible. Just hurry up and let us all flick out of existence so we can go back to doing more important things. [whine gripe whine!!]

You know, if you learn something like that, try applying it to technology so I can take it with me as well. I don't want to be stuck swimming upstream through hundreds of stupid games for the rest of eternity.

[expiatrice]

Wouldn't that be convenient?

[it's ok she was probably eating curry all the way so FATTYDINGDONG IN ARMS...]

There's very little point to speculate at this stage either way, right? I do share that sentiment with you, admittedly. I hope this ends soon.

...

I'm nowhere near as proficient with technology as I am with magic, unfortunately. What if I accompany you through every single one? It'll make things less dull at least, don't you think?

[SHE SURE WENT THERE... LITERALLY, TOO!!]

[encored]

[good if they both get resurrected as fattydingdongs they will at least have each other...]

Hopefully Critter won't allow them to keep playing when nearly everyone knows who the last wolf is, anyway. [EYEROLL. those dumbos wow]

That doesn't make me feel any better, sadly. I'd rather sit through the periodic stretch of dullness than be cursed with one person's continuous presence through all of my journeys.

[expiatrice]

[the stars would align no other way]

Hopefully indeed, haha, but I'd suggest we not hold our breaths.

Not even if I'll cook for you for the rest of your life?

[it's always the same bribe............]

[encored]

[the worst part about it is that the bribe (almost) always works.]

Even that would get tiresome. If we're truly stuck in the company of one another for years and years and years to come, you'll run out of things to impress me with eventually.

[expiatrice]

[you mean the best and most convenient one.]

I bet I can still catch you off-guard even if we get another millennium around each other, though. Are you willing to take up that bet, Charles?

[it's a trap............]

[encored]

[go away no judging THIS IS A JUDGE-FREE ZONE]

I'll make that wager without hesitation.

[expiatrice]

I'll hold you onto it. What are you waging?

[encored]

Let's have a penalty wager. Whoever loses owes the winner something. Let's eliminate trinkets as well since neither of us could make much use out of anything the other has.

[he says while still wearing Ciel's cloak and Spain's cross]

[expiatrice]

That's fine, I doubt I have any material possession you'd deem worthwhile to appropriate anyway. What would you ask of me then, if you somehow won?

[she'll spare him. he does look comfortable...]

[encored]

[he is very comfortable, it's true...]

When I win, you'll have to leave me alone for one entire day. Twenty-four full hours, no loopholes, no sneaking around, no using other people to check on me, and no asking what I've done after. What will you ask of me on the off chance that you somehow turn out on top? [SCOFF]

[expiatrice]

...

How would you make sure I don't do any of those things though, unless you're willing to spend 24 hours making absolutely sure nothing of the sort comes to pass?

[>implying she'd cheat even if she loses

DID YOU HONESTLY EXPECT BETTER.............]

[encored]

[CIEL]

I would hope you have the decorum to abide by something as simple as the rules of making wagers, especially for such a ridiculously short time period.

[expiatrice]

[WHAT'S UP CHARLES]

But what if you need help for something, or misbehave?

[WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT??]

[encored]

[NOT EVEN ADDRESSING THAT]

Either agree to the terms of my wager or admit defeat to me now, the option is yours.

[expiatrice]

Okay, if my dearest Charles insist~!

[if that vapid consenting isn't reassuring

that's because it truly ISN'T...]

[encored]

[yes he is just

turning to walk away now NOT PUTTING UP WITH YOUR TOMFOOLERY TODAY, NOPE.]