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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.
week 3 monday, late
SHIBUYA MARBLE TEXTURE
shibuya marble texture
Yuki's expression is difficult to read - complicated, certainly. His hands folded, sleeves together before him as he comes to a stop, he finds ... despite everything, there are certain things he, as a masterless doll, is unable to discard. And yet, there are other things he, as someone carved in the image of justice, cannot ignore.
He comes to a stop not too close to the bed - a veritable personal bubble, so to speak. )
... Sir Amemura.
( This, too, is distance. His voice isn't cold, but it is a careful neutral. He's had some time to think about this while quietly keeping Zvei company in their earlier search for Amaya. )
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ramuda pops up with a start, looking ridiculous considering the blankets he's burrito'd himself in. his eyes are sharp for a moment—he takes several things into consideration, all equally important—then smooth out to his usual. ]
Ooh, Yuki. Hey! [ he'd wave but since he is a caterpillar he just does a little wiggle instead. ]
...so I guess that means I'm a ghost, huh?
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... I am uncertain. Those who have certainly passed are all here. But we retain a connection to the realm of the living ... or, at least, we can occasionally see into it.
( Case in point: )
... Is your wish still granted?
( Not what it is, but if Ramuda is aware if it's still in effect or not. He figures Ramuda can understand that question implies he's heard other things in that confession. )
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[ there's something bare in his expression, because he's been too busy going through a breakdown and then sulking once he discovered he couldn't just Leave to process that things are somehow not the worst but also not great. ]
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That's complicated to answer, so I'll spare you some math!
I got a prepayment before I agreed to kill someone and I was supposed to get more after, but I kinda figured I'd need to see someone else get eaten by the hands first. Buuut that totally didn't happen, so.
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So you still have that prepayment.
( Maybe this fact won't unlock core mysteries or anything, but it's worth knowing. )
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[ ramuda voice to the tune of: you know what, sure, peggle make phone calls who gives a shit anymore
im some weird ghost thing and idk whats going on so whatever! ]
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Well, it's still an answer, if it is sincere. )
Would you tell me what made this object significant to you if I asked?
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[ a beat. ]
Well I told everyone else!
I just wanna live [ says guy who's dead ] you know? I can't live without 'em for too long.
Chuohku supplies them to me normally, so I gotta be a good dog and listen to 'em. Because if I don't, I'll die.
It's really not that complicated.
[ maybe it's depressing though.
what is autonomy? ramuda's never known it. ]
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So this is your "freedom." The means you need to live, independent of those who hold you hostage.
( Metaphorical hostage, given how Ramuda speaks of it, but still, effectively, similar.
... )
What are you?
( Ramuda said he was "made"... Sorry Yuki goes straight for what he's looking for,,, )
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[ sorry, this is one he's not budging on.
...maybe in the future, but this truth is one he holds tight until his skin cracks and his palms bleed. ]
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Sighs. )
Very well.
( ... He wants to be more severe, but it's difficult for him. These were the first arms that held him when he first came, raw and tender from the matter of Ageha and Leo.
... Still... He cannot let himself be too gentle, either. In some sense, Ramuda is like Beryl - if with a motive at once more straightforward, and perhaps more difficult than Beryl - and so he ... can attempt to understand. But... )
... Allow me to ask you one more thing: were you honest when you said you lack remorse for what you did to Miss Sasaki?
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[ hello, here is the ramuda only one other soul has gotten to know. there have been glimpses of him elsewhere, if you looked hard enough.
his tone is still the same, sweet like candy. ]
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( His voice is level. )
I would have tried to find another way. I don't believe anything that takes from another is worth the price.
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Well that's not me! [ another way? please, what's having that luxury. ]
I don't hate her or anything like that. And to be honest if I coulda just done it the way I usually do [ oh so causally. ] I woulda just did that. Having her die from cardiac arrest would have been way better for everyone involved.
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Yeah, there's no way he can cross the distance fast enough. He stays put. )
... How can your touch be so warm but your heart so cold?
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You're still not getting the answer you want, but I was made to do things like this. It's pretty normal for me! You should get it more than anyone else, huh?
[ yuki was made to care for humans and ramuda was made to be chuohku's tool. ]
But that doesn't mean my heart is cold, you know. You're gonna hurt my feelings!
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... I cannot understand what you do not tell me.
( But Ramuda reiterates what he means well enough, and Yuki will accept this for now. (This is actually a little bit of Beryl's fault, he turned Yuki around by using these terms metaphorically ... but here we are now.)
... His feelings are complicated, still. But this is something he can at least understand. )
... I apologize, for what I have judged that is beyond your control. ( He can't know for certain what that is, and so that limits the apology somewhat, but he extends the sentiment all the same. It is only fair. ) ... But you know what I have been made for. And so there are things I cannot bend on.
( ... )
... But if you will not do these things again...
( He trails off. He can't expect Ramuda to promise, so he mostly just wants to gauge intent, now that Ramuda is at the point that he is. )
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hmm a question for another time but it's not important right now. ]
I really wasn't thinking of killing at all until that voice kept talking to me. I ignored it but it was pretty persistent, but I still wasn't having it.
It was only when it gave me proof that I agreed.
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This, though... Ramuda did allude to an encounter, and he wasn't sure Ramuda would answer if he asked - but this is something tangible. )
... A voice? Did it identify itself in any way?
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It didn't have any malicious intent towards me or nothing.
[ it was a nice(?) deal with the devil. ]
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... given his final thought as a monster during trial was thinking he was protecting everyone by eating them...
(He feels sick even recalling it.) )
... And did you get a sense of why it might have wanted more deaths?
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[ ...ramuda might not have been too much thought into it because of the nature of who he is and what's dealt with, oops. ]