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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.
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Yuki rises to his feet, exhausted by his grief and tears, winded by his self-loathing and elation over Nala's revenge, and now ...........
He watches the proceedings very carefully. Fortunately... the tides so far are not in favor of punishing her. (Well, "fortunately" for Yuki - sorry, Zvei and Amaya.)
... )
... We shall see if they do not truly blame her tomorrow, won't we.
( There is a faint edge to his voice, like a dog growling at an intruder in the house. )
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The only way she dies is if the hands get her.
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It depends if you believe the hands take those based on who individuals blame. If they do not take her, then they truly do not blame her.
( but also that theory may not hold water at all so who even knows maybe the hands will take [spins wheel] childermass )
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[ dumb hands... ]
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... I suppose it depends. After all, I was still voted guilty.
( Yuki figures he deserves it, but... who even knows if a good sob story is enough. )
But perhaps they would have let you go if you had a reason they deemed "proper."
( And he understands being sick is a moral failing, or something he did wrong, or maybe because he's just a doll... its honestly not #thatdeep but to yuki is really is #that deep )
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[ ramuda is just going to flop on the floor.
he has a lot in his little pink gremlin mind right now and no place to properly vent it, so he's perishing. ]
Whatever, I don't even give a shit at this point I just want to get out of here. Even if I'm a ghost now I can't haunt Lobelia properly like this!
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Right now his focus is on Yuki. Only Yuki, because his thoughts on Nala and her actions don't matter, so he keeps his eyes on the other man and not the discussion. He tries not to listen. He tries not to hone in on every mention of keeping Seymour alive for the sole purpose of letting the hands kill him and the idea that it's a bad thing if they kill Nala tomorrow—]
I'll be here with you tomorrow as well.
[A promise he doesn't want to keep, but one he'll force himself to. For Yuki's sake. He's not sure he can promise much more beyond that - he doesn't know what the hell any of them will do if Nala does end up here - but this much... this much he can do.]
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Seymour may have done something truly unforgivable in Yuki's eyes, and violence may still course through him as if it were blood beat by his heart, but
he is not unable to empathize. Not when he cares for Zvei so much - not when he cares for Amaya, and he'd seen her need to leave.
... )
... Do you want to leave me?
( Did Yuki have to phrase it like that? It's fine. Nails, nails, nails... it's fine. Zvei can pull them out.
(It's not fine. But Yuki can let him, if that's what he needs.) )
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(Though is truly being unselfish if he's just being stubborn?)]
No. I want to stay right here beside you.
[He wants to do right by Yuki. That has to count for something, doesn't it?]
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Is he stupid to think none of this will change how Zvei and Amaya will feel? No - how Seymour, Hyunjung, Nala ... will?
It doesn't change Yuki's feelings, but he was created to stay the same. He was built to be loyal, and unrelenting. And... he wants to be those things. Even if it's painful, to be torn in three directions - he doesn't want to change. He doesn't want to stop loving the people he does.
... As much as he wants to linger with the image of Nala and Hyunjung's corpse, like last week, he focuses on the person before him now, who's hurting.
... He extends a hand. )
... I believe you.
( He won't ask if Zvei is being honest, or if that's the whole truth. Either Zvei is being honest, or he will be honest with Yuki eventually. Yuki believes this with his whole heart. Zvei knows he can be ugly with Yuki, just as Yuki has been ugly with him. So.
If there is sickening feeling here, Yuki would accept it. He's sure there is, right now. And he hopes he can remain the kind of person that Zvei finds comfort in showing the worst of himself to. )
... I will not hate you if you hate her. Hate them for letting her be.
( ... If Zvei hates him for it, though...
...
It's okay. He believes Zvei. Yuki remains loyal to that. )
... Why don't we leave?
( He swallows. )
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And you know I won't hate you if you hate him, right?
[Because he won't. He can't. Seymour chose to kill, and that's objectively a bad thing. Yuki doesn't like it when people do objectively bad things. Seymour doesn't even have some sort of excuse to hide behind - he killed because he wanted to. He admitted it himself. So it's important that Yuki know that even that won't change this. Because he doesn't want to let go, and he's too damn stubborn to let something like this get in the way.]
Do you want to go? I want to go where you go. If you want to watch until they all leave, then we'll stay right here.
[It's fine he doesn't say, because it's a blatant lie. It isn't fine. But if it's for Yuki's sake, then he'll deal with it.]
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... You always say you sometimes have trouble understanding me, but... you always say what I need to hear. ( He exhales, as if to banish his heavy feeling with him. At least, for the moment. ) ... I think your instinct is better than you think.
( Maybe Zvei may not understand each and every thing, and maybe there's nuance over which he stumbles, but - he still understands Yuki better than most. And he still cuts to the heart of his tangled feelings, every time. And he thinks Zvei has that capacity, to connect with others like this - that he must have done this, with the others he's known here.
(...)
... He glances back at the projection, then to Zvei. )
... You're... more important. And I don't think you'd be happiest here.
( ...
Yeah, this is okay. He would feel better going elsewhere. )
... Please. I do want to go.
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But Yuki relents and asks to leave. Zvei studies the other man's face intently for a moment, trying to read if there's anything else there. An underlying desire to put Zvei ahead of himself, or something of the sort. But he finds nothing, and his grip tightens on Yuki's hand.]
Alright. Lead the way. I'll go wherever you want to go.
[...He hates how relieved he is to hear it.]