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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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[ He sounds immediately more spirited as he goes back to this story that Ramuda's already heard before. It's nice to talk about it, after all.
And he'll keep holding Ramuda, as long as it takes - even if it's likely to be the last and only time. ]
A world where nobody could deny you. A world where I needn't take another name to live.
[ He wants that, even now. To open those doors.
But then... ]
I'll need much much more power if there are things like the wish giver out there.
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not so long ago, being told such fanciful things would have kicked something in his chest. the reflex is still there though it passes, like holding in a hiccup. ]
Do you really think power is everything? [ it's an honest question, bare curiosity and not pointed. ]
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[ There is no hesitation, because with Ramuda he does not need to censor himself anymore. Foolish as it may have been, he's finally handed over the pieces of his past and made himself vulnerable. Maybe he'll regret this when he has had time to calm down from his experience with dying. It is likely that he will. And still.
Right here, he's gathering strength again. ]
Power is at the start and end of everything.
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[ he pauses to think. ]
I get it, and having power is nice—I'm one of the strongest rappers! Few guys can get me to my knees. [ haha, but he doesn't mean it like that way for once. ]
But I've never really thought about it that much. I think achieving great power takes a lot of constraints and control, right? I just wanna do what I wanna do without needing to worry about being useful.
But if that's what you want, I think you can do it. You're more way more disciplined than me.
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I've honed myself for it my whole life, yes.
[ Every part of him has been forged through that - even the way he can smile now had been nothing but a ploy to obtain the power known as 'charisma' at first.
McGillis pauses for a moment, then loosens his embrace. He doesn't let go just yet, but the end of this is drawing close. ]
... and I will continue to do so. This place has made me consider giving up, your presence has made me waver... but this is who I am. The ambition I hold.
[ Maybe it is for the best that Ramuda isn't his to keep. If he allowed himself to be satisfied by having another, what would be left of him...? ]
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he's lucky that he dropped the cigarette he was smoking at some point during their embrace, slipped beneath the planks of the bench to the ground. because ramuda is very tiny and there is no way he can hug mcgillis without including every part of himself in it.
the end of this is drawing to a close, but ramuda as always, will make the most of the moment. he hugs him back as best as he can manage in his position and with the difference in their sizes. he's a good hugger! emphatic and someone who can never contain his emotions properly no matter how much he tries. ]
Haha...so I'm bad for you, huh? Well we both know what they say about candy. [ too much sweetness makes things rot. ]
But you're allowed to treat yourself sometimes, so don't forget that either! I'll be mad if you do!
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Ramuda really is precious. There's nothing that could change that now. It's a feeling that will linger forever even long long long after he let's go for good. ]
I couldn't forget if I tried.
[ He does let go now, but his smile is warm as he does. It stings. Of course it does. He's only human, in the end.
McGillis pulls a piece of candy from his pocket. A pink one, one Ramuda had given him. ]
I may not indulge often, but I carry it with me wherever I go. It reminds me I'm not where I used to be.
[ That's about candy in general, but it fits and may explain some things. The candy vanishes back into his pocket. ]
... I just won't let myself get entangled in wondering about what could have been.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
okay, okay, pull it together—as much as he can anyway. mcgillis has seen him too after all and although he still wants to vibrate off this bench, he does find solace in that. that someone could see him and think he was a person, all on his own. ]
Good! [ to the first part, he needs a second on the latter.
because he's not someone who thinks like that, it goes against his nature both learned and natural. but he's been doing a lot of things he normally doesn't do lately, and this makes him pause. ]
I—[ deep breath ] I won't forget you either, obviously! Not even after we get out of here, which we will!!! And I don't think in what-if's but I'm gonna cherish what we have! What we still have! What we'll always have!
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The phantom pain in his stomach is only a dull hum now, no longer an overwhelming pressure. ]
Of course. There's more to come, because we're both too stubborn to give in here.
[ His smile grows. They're still friends. Now and for the future. There are not many who can lay claim to that status in his heart. ]
Here's to us, Ramuda Amemura. To our freedom.
[ There's nothing to toast with an no need for a toast to start with but that's fine. It can just be a rallying cry. ]
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because he believes in this, he believes in them, and he believes in their bond even now. more so, actually. ]