DEAD 03

[thecomputer]

[Welcome, Zolf!]

[You regain consciousness in a waiting room of some sort. Something is clearly odd - your entire body is slightly transparent, and everything you were carrying with you aside from your clothes is gone. On the plus side, you seem to be impervious to all harm.]

[There is an end table with two stacks of papers. One is a large area to write in (there is a small assortment of pens next to this), and the other all bear the same message:]

Congratulations! You have died.

Please wait in this area until such time as the exercise is terminated. At that time, you will be transferred to your appropriate afterlife. If you were assigned a Communist role, rest easy knowing that any ultimatum given as part of your motivation was false.

If you have any questions, please shout them into the air, and a representative will get back to you within 5-100,000 business days. If you have any final messages for the living, please write them on form B and submit it into the slot in the south wall. Delivery is not guaranteed.

[Sure enough, there’s a slot. In addition, a hallway connects this room with a much larger room, not unlike a movie theatre. A large screen on the far wall shows various events back in the facility as they unfold in real time. A side alcove provides slightly transparent popcorn and a water cooler, although hunger, thirst and exhaustion don’t seem to exist here.]

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MESSAGES FOR THE LIVING

[thecomputer]

Form B is limit one per Citizen. Be careful - once you submit your message, you cannot change it.
The following participants have already locked in messages:
Greed
Moge-ko

To Zolf/Kimberly

[dictator_ko]

Well, helloooooo. You won't be getting fancy pets either. ♪

[alchemicals]

Looks like it, doesn't it.

[His words are maybe a bit more subdued than usual, but he doesn't seem too bothered by it; he's smirking, anyway.]

I got to play with a few before I came here anyway. Believe me, you're not missing out on much.

[dictator_ko]

You were promising Moge-ko disappointing pets? I dislike you now.

[alchemicals]

How disappointing they are depends on what you're using them for.

[dictator_ko]

I've have kept it if it was cute enough and fed it prosciutto and marshmallows. ♪

[alchemicals]

See, they're good for that.

They're kind of shitty bodyguards, but they shred really nicely if you decide you don't want them anymore, so there's that, too.

[dictator_ko]

How do they taste? Do they scream well? ♪

[alchemicals]

[Well, sometime after he...wakes up, Kimbley can be found in that larger room, gaze fixed on the screen; he's smirking as he watches what's going on around the body, but his gaze is perhaps unusually hard.]

Well, will you look at those sick motherfuckers go.

1/2

[ossifragant]

[This is one of those times when Greed should maybe take a moment and walk away so he can calm the hell down because he's going to be stuck with Kimbley for a while and it would be the best course of action--]

[ossifragant]

You son of a bitch!

[--so instead we're just going to launch ourself at Kimbley.

Good show.]

[alchemicals]

Holy -

[shitshitshitshit he is not coordinated enough for this

excuse him while he kind of staggers back and tries to just avoid that because what the christ greed]

[ossifragant]

[It's lucky that Kimbley is fast, and that the chairs make it rather difficult to attempt to strange him, because Greed isn't quite able to grab at the man.]

You!

[You're going to need to give him a while to actually use his words.]

[alchemicals]

This is a really touching reunion and all, don't get me wrong, but is there a reason you're trying to kill me even harder?!

[What the hell is wrong with you - ]

Sorry you're stuck with me for the duration?! I'd think you of all people would want me down here!

[ossifragant]

What the hell was that?

[Hold on, give him a moment.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were actually upset to see me dead.

Trial

[ossifragant]

Are they really arguing about hair color?

Re: Trial

[cantarellacookie]

It seems so. [Anthy has been hanging quietly at the back of the room since she arrived. With luck, the others may not have noticed her before this.]

Mine is natural.

[ossifragant]

[You know, he had promised Kimbley first dibs at punching the girl, but they're not talking and Greed isn't even paying enough attention to see if Kimbley is still in the room so you know what Kimbley? Fuck you.

He's having a civil discussion with the kid even if she did murder the both of them.]

I never would have assumed it was anything but.

I've seen plenty of unusual things in my time.

[cantarellacookie]

[Aw, thanks.]

So have I.

[There's a ghostly Chuchu sitting on her shoulder. She reaches up to pet him.]

I'm surprised, though, that my "ultimatum" was false.

[ossifragant]

I'm not.

There's nothing real about this entire place. The murders are staged, the food is fake, the trials are a farce... the only thing real seems to be the deaths and even then I think there's something funny going on because this isn't how the afterlife works.

[He glances at Chuchu curiously, but ultimately decides not to ask why her pet is in the afterlife too.]

I wonder what mine would have been had I been unlucky enough to draw one of the straws.

[cantarellacookie]

[Did you think he escaped the execution? No. No he did not.]

Mine was that my older brother had requested me to participate as a Communist in the exercise. It's very much the sort of thing he would do.

I wouldn't know about the afterlife. [Not really her domain as these things go.]

[dictator_ko]

[It's then that Moge-ko notices Anthy's presence.]

I enjoyed your death.

[cantarellacookie]

[Anthy ignores her.]

[dictator_ko]

Hey! Don't ignore me!

[cantarellacookie]

[Nope, still ignoring her.]