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Vice Director ([personal profile] vicedirector) wrote in [community profile] sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm

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You awaken to blackness. Frightening, although familiar--this is the same terrible thing you narrowly avoided during your first trip into Lebensbaum. The pain of your death is still real, echoes of the wounds you suffered appearing on your skin. Inspecting your surroundings will tell you that you've woken up inside of the cooled, empty bonfire pit....and the town as it was is nowhere to be seen.

The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.

Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.

The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.

As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
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[personal profile] takanome 2016-04-27 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Takao has been pacing around the village, because of course he has - there's nothing better to do, and a big residential area has opened recently too, it's interesting to see how those flickering ruined areas resolve into so many real places. The number of people who lived here... used to live here? That part's almost creepy, but it's a distraction from how many people are dying in real life, how many of the other ghosts put each other here. He's happy to gather with the others, of course, but it's not like everyone is together to investigate every single new happening as a complete team, and Monday is no reason to make an exception, they have no reason to expect someone will be deda--

If Takao didn't have the hawk eye, when he came back to the bonfire he'd be about ready to trip over Hanyuu, all distinct and solid looking. As it is, he manages to increase his pace in a controlled way instead, jogging over to stand nearby and lean down to talk at her with his hands on his kneecaps.]


Holy shit! Hanyuu-chan, are you okay?

[He winces at how inadequate the consoling words are, yet this scrunches up his face with almost more sincerity.]