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GRAVEYARD
THE MUSEUM
So, you’ve met your end and regardless of your beliefs, the expectation is that is where things end. Rebirth. Damnation. Salvation. A simple black screen… None of those things happen; how (un)fortunate for you. How jarring it must be to have your last moments not be your final moments. On the bright side, all the injuries you’ve sustained are no longer present. You’re as good as new!
Now, whether you’ve met your end violently, peacefully, or something between the two, you’ll find yourself sat in front of a sprawling behemoth of a wall tastefully covered from floor to ceiling (where is the ceiling?) with various objects on display. All of them carefully and neatly framed or kept safe within a box attached to the wall. Not only that, but there are cages hanging from the “ceiling” that contain even more objects for viewing. However, other than the walls, the hanging cages, and the bench—there is no padding on the bench; only a cold, hard surface that does not give—you find yourself sitting on, the rest of this room is completely empty.
At least, after giving a survey of the area, it will be obvious that it isn’t an enclosed space. There is an opening to a hallway—hopefully. Only one way to find out. Spoilers, there are many, many, many other rooms that make up this place.
Oh, but just what is all out on display?
Well, it varies and depends on who is looking. The hanging cages contain skeletons of creatures from home. Whose home? Your home. It’s the same story for everything that has been framed. They’re all images, items, objects—things—from home. Your home. Fortunately, not everything is familiar as unfamiliar items are included in equal parts. How did they all get here? What are they all doing here?
Have you considered the similarities between a museum and a graveyard? Both are places where the living go to marvel at the dead.
Now, whether you’ve met your end violently, peacefully, or something between the two, you’ll find yourself sat in front of a sprawling behemoth of a wall tastefully covered from floor to ceiling (where is the ceiling?) with various objects on display. All of them carefully and neatly framed or kept safe within a box attached to the wall. Not only that, but there are cages hanging from the “ceiling” that contain even more objects for viewing. However, other than the walls, the hanging cages, and the bench—there is no padding on the bench; only a cold, hard surface that does not give—you find yourself sitting on, the rest of this room is completely empty.
At least, after giving a survey of the area, it will be obvious that it isn’t an enclosed space. There is an opening to a hallway—hopefully. Only one way to find out. Spoilers, there are many, many, many other rooms that make up this place.
Oh, but just what is all out on display?
Well, it varies and depends on who is looking. The hanging cages contain skeletons of creatures from home. Whose home? Your home. It’s the same story for everything that has been framed. They’re all images, items, objects—things—from home. Your home. Fortunately, not everything is familiar as unfamiliar items are included in equal parts. How did they all get here? What are they all doing here?
Have you considered the similarities between a museum and a graveyard? Both are places where the living go to marvel at the dead.
EXHIBIT #04 - COMFORT
Likely the first room that you’ll come across after moving from the initial room. This room feels just as grand and just as empty as that room, but at least the walls aren’t covered in things from (your) home. 
Instead, there will be surfaces to claim, if you wish. Beds, sofas, couches, chaises lounge, bean bags, you name it—if someone could consider it comfortable then it will be present in all shapes, sizes, and variations. The only real catch is that each surface will be displayed individually and cannot be moved. Obviously.
Against one of the walls is a very small plaque that reads:
[ FOR DISPLAY ONLY – DO NOT TOUCH ]
Oops.
Instead, there will be surfaces to claim, if you wish. Beds, sofas, couches, chaises lounge, bean bags, you name it—if someone could consider it comfortable then it will be present in all shapes, sizes, and variations. The only real catch is that each surface will be displayed individually and cannot be moved. Obviously.
Against one of the walls is a very small plaque that reads:
[ FOR DISPLAY ONLY – DO NOT TOUCH ]
Oops.
EXHIBIT #09 - VIEWING
What’s a museum without some sort of media installation, hm?
For this room, there is only one thing and one thing only—a projector. For much of the time the projector being on (you can’t turn it off. In fact, where is the projector?), it won’t be displaying anything but a white light on the blank wall opposite of it.
However, while the wall is blank, every so often it’s possible to hear faint voices coming from above. Especially during the night before—you know.
For this room, there is only one thing and one thing only—a projector. For much of the time the projector being on (you can’t turn it off. In fact, where is the projector?), it won’t be displaying anything but a white light on the blank wall opposite of it.
However, while the wall is blank, every so often it’s possible to hear faint voices coming from above. Especially during the night before—you know.
EXHIBIT #03 - GARDEN
It’s here that you can finally see the ceiling even if it’s still more of a “sky” than a true ceiling. 
Those with keen eyes will be able to tell that it’s an artificial sky, and, for those who are less aware, then how it randomly flickers should help with that. Or not. Regardless, the presence of a “sky” isn’t the only surprising thing about this room—it might not even be the first thing that goes noticed. Despite all the expansive and seemingly never-ending hallways that lead to rooms that are void of anything living, this room is alive. Somehow.
A small plaque on the wall will describe this exhibit as an “interactive” medium with gentle suggestions to not be too rough with anything. This exhibition will be a picturesque garden full of all kinds of flowers and plants with a small pond with lily pads and lotus located towards the center of the room. The only physical structure within this room is a very small and simple gazebo containing two chairs and a small table. Perfect for having afternoon tea—if that’s your kind of thing. However, if you were hoping to listen to any bird song, look at what animals have taken residence in the pond, or generally any other kind of life then you’ll be disappointed.
Those with keen eyes will be able to tell that it’s an artificial sky, and, for those who are less aware, then how it randomly flickers should help with that. Or not. Regardless, the presence of a “sky” isn’t the only surprising thing about this room—it might not even be the first thing that goes noticed. Despite all the expansive and seemingly never-ending hallways that lead to rooms that are void of anything living, this room is alive. Somehow.
A small plaque on the wall will describe this exhibit as an “interactive” medium with gentle suggestions to not be too rough with anything. This exhibition will be a picturesque garden full of all kinds of flowers and plants with a small pond with lily pads and lotus located towards the center of the room. The only physical structure within this room is a very small and simple gazebo containing two chairs and a small table. Perfect for having afternoon tea—if that’s your kind of thing. However, if you were hoping to listen to any bird song, look at what animals have taken residence in the pond, or generally any other kind of life then you’ll be disappointed.
EXHIBIT # — ???
Nothing is on display in this room; all that is there is just empty walls, empty “ceilings”, empty floors…
The only thing that can be found is a small, simple white card free from any kind of writing. A completely blank card. If you try to take it out of the room, it will instantly disappear from wherever it was stored and return to the room.
The only thing that can be found is a small, simple white card free from any kind of writing. A completely blank card. If you try to take it out of the room, it will instantly disappear from wherever it was stored and return to the room.
wandering
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're dying. I didn't expect it to apply after.
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[Amaya starts a bit when she hears the familiar voice of her former roommate, her eyes widening in shock as she sees that familiar mop of pink hair. Amaya can't look positive, but...there's almost some semblance of relief in her eyes, at seeing her.
(At seeing her whole.)]
Ha...is that so? I didn't expect it, either. It's...strange, truly.
[...]
Though I did not want it to happen like this, it is...good to see you again, Miss Reiju.
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I'm sorry for leaving the chapel that night. Whatever was about to happen, I didn't want you to wake up to it.
[Amaya so rarely came to their room. She seemed more at home in the chapel. There were others elsewhere, but that was one of the reasons Reiju moved when given the choice.]
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[Amaya's gaze averts, for a moment. She wonders if maybe she should have come to their room more often; she felt bad, that she genuinely didn't like those rooms. They were too nice. Too...clean. She didn't deserve it; the Chapel did feel more like a home, truly.]
I...really am glad to see you; I regret that I did not get the chance to know you further, on that other side. [She'd been so devastated, truly, and she barely even knew the woman--it feels so silly, but...] ...Have you been faring okay, here?
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Yes, I've been all right. This place is rather large for just a handful of us.
[They don't need to eat or sleep, and there are countless sights. The museum is still suspicious, but it's been quiet—for the most part.]
There's an exhibit where you can lie or sit down. You must have passed it earlier. Should we go there?
[Amaya is clearly shouldering a lot. Reiju isn't especially interesting to know, but they can at least make the experience more comfortable.]
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[Amaya will gladly follow Reiju's lead, just...kind of finding herself going quiet the more they walk toward the place Reiju intends to bring them. Doing her best to stay composed, more than anything.]
...I really do hope that no more join us. Perhaps the bloodshed, it can finally stop here...
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What makes you say that? Did you notice something?
[She knows they've gathered a considerable amount of data on the other side. It's still rather early, though. Is this a fervent prayer or something else?]
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[...Ah, she should--]
...Wanted, everyone to survive, would be more accurate I suppose.
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Do you think this is the end?
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[...]
I'm not holding my breath. Considering what I died for, apparently, it's almost apropos.
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[...]
It's certainly a reminder, that even the smallest of slips can still be used against me. I won't let it happen again.
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It looks like a person with emotions on display will always be seen as an easy target. Does she think it was wrong of her to feel something?]
There are people in the world who'll use everything against you. Do you think nobody should feel anything, because of that?
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That's the way I've always operated. Or...at least tried to. Expressing emotions in front of others only allows them avenues to use and hurt you, and Mr. Amemura has proven that most prudent of a lesson. I...
[Amaya shakes her head. Turns to face Reiju.]
...What are you actually trying to ask, truly? You're obfuscating your meaning.
[Or maybe Amaya's just raw and defensive that the one time she allows her walls down (again, AGAIN) is the time that someone manages to sneak a knife between her ribs, and she's so fucking sick of it.]
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At the very least, she seems never to have been treated as a proper person . . . and, when she dared to try, she was punished by someone seeking to take advantage of the opening in her heart. It's an unbelievably tragic yet commonplace tale.
Reiju's expression is even and measured as she meets Amaya's gaze.]
I'm saying it's not your fault.