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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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Yes, which is what makes this quite unusual.
[Another bear sniffs around the exhibit. It pulls and claws at a particularly shiny item on display—a pair of golden bangles. Reiju shifts as if to take a step forward, only to stop herself.]
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[ leaning over to see the bear consider playing dress up. ]
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They're not mine.
[With that admission, she begins to walk—away from the bear with an eye for luxurious things.]
We should leave while they're busy.
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[ it's not a hard ask for him, and he's right by her side. ]
It's not like cursed or anything, is it?
cw: animal death? (my sweet bears 😭)
[There's a clink as the bear takes the bracelets into its mouth . . . followed by a series of high-pitched beeps that, right as Reiju and Ramuda cross the threshold, culminates in a boom! when a powerful explosion rocks the exhibit behind them.]
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[ ramuda jumps up straight in the air and then into her, attempting to cling like a horrified cat. ]
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That should be it for this exhibit. Why don't we check somewhere else now?
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Did you take out everything that was yours already?
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I didn't, but that's because I don't need anything.
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Really? The only thing I took from mine that I really wanted was my phone, but it won't turn on. I already got my mic and that's the most important thing!
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Is your exhibit okay right now?
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[ with her hand in his he'll start to skip off in the direction of his exhibit. ]
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[There's a story here. Do tell.]
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[ that's it, that's all ramuda says-
okay no, but he does pause for a breath he doesn't need here. ]
Do you know how Hansa likes to get in everyone's business and be "oh so helpful" cause he totally knows better and he's just looking out for everyone cause he's so great? Jakurai is like that! Except he's a doctor, not a priest.
He thinks he's high and mighty and that he can save everyone, all cause he feels bad for all the shit he did up until recently.
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He thought he was helping you, but he was only helping himself in the end.
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[ this is an uncharitable read but Guys and their Words.
the point is--jakurai kept chipping away wanting to see all of ramuda and when he saw him, he rejected him. of course that fucking hurt.
and ramuda won't ever forgive him for it, or himself for letting someone in that far...mostly. things are different(?) now. ]
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[In that situation, would it be kinder to say something or nothing? Sometimes, the truth is painful with a sense of finality. Either way, though, anyone would be angry to be rejected like that.]
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[ of course he'd hurt him.
ramuda hurts people all the time. he's hurt people here and he'll hurt people again, purposefully or not. a ball of volatile emotions that feels with his entire heart. ]
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You felt rejected.
[If he wasn't a project, then he still fell short. Maybe Ramuda did something that justified the anger, just like how he so thoroughly shattered Amaya's budding self-expression. There are things he may never feel sorry for in his pursuit of freedom.
It's selfish, but she knows—sometimes, selfishness is a survival mechanism.]
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[ his reflexes are still faster than his mind when it comes to this subject. ]
It's stupid and I'll probably never run into him again. I'm sure he's forgotten all about me anyway.
[ cut shot to endless montage of jakurai's gay pining. ]
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When he talks about his own emotional responses like this, it's small wonder why he gunned for Amaya after her alleged display.]
What makes you so sure?