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Hello!

You died. That sucks. What sucks even more is that you wake up on the floor of the local Foot Locker. The portraits of feet all around on the wall greet you warmly as you open your eyes. Whatever injuries you had that led to your untimely demise are now gone, though that doesn't stop you from earning more. Your item from home is here as well.

Here's the good news: you aren't actually dead! Or rather, you're sort of dead. Only mostly dead? It doesn't really matter.

The point is, you're now in the mall. What mall? Good question. But there's a whole lot of places in here to explore. Go ahead and hang out at all nine stores, check out the state of the art mall bathrooms (there's TWO, even), and be especially sure to get a pretzel. You can even catch a glimpse of what your friends are getting up to in the city; just tune into channel 12 on any of the multiple TVs in the mall.

Sometimes you might find a celebrity hanging around in the Suncoast. Keep an eye out for some familiar faces.

Finally, remember your powers? They're working again! Not that they will help you get out of here, but still.

Welcome to the Graveyard! Unfortunately, it seems that not even death can save you from the wretched grasp of capitalism.

Some notes:

→ If you die in the graveyard, you just pop back up in the Foot Locker a few hours later, with one sick-ass scar of your choice.
→ As usual, check out the Status TL for exciting location updates.
→ Interested in a potential celebrity sighting? Why not head on over to the Suncoast? Though, beware of possible consequences.
→ If you have a Hit Clip, you may submit it here!

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Comments

[fried]

[ watches this from far away like this is DEFINITELY not my problem ]

[gagreflex]

[it may not be his problem...

but the second explosion DEFINITELY dislodges something in him.]

[fried]

[ oh, cool. that's awful.

he makes a face, and then starts coughing - and hacking, and it gets worse! it gets worse and worse until he's gagging on whatever he's choking on, and then with a disgusting splat, he spits out...



a hit clip. toxic, by britney spears.

okay. ]

[gagreflex]

[YOU REALLY HAD TO DESCRIBE IT LIKE THIS

yoru idly glances at him while therion pokes at the britney cutout.]

Oh? Are you dying again already?

[fried]

[ YOU SAID TO DO THIS i guess sisi said to do it. blames everybody but me

anyway he's just sitting down now like nyeh. ]

... No, I don't think so. What is this?

[ looks at the toxic. frowns. ]

[gagreflex]

[we did say this it's true

she squints]

I don't know. It's just trash, no?

[fried]

... I suppose.

[ picks it up. wipes it off. reads the name. ]

Ha ha. Very funny.

[gagreflex]

[she walks over to look at the name. squints some more.]

It's as I said, trash. Shall I destroy it?

[fried]

Miss Yoru, I have never coughed up a piece of plastic before. I should like to figure out why, before we destroy it. If you don't mind.

[ his tone implies that he will be doing this even if she does mind, miss explodey pants ]

[gagreflex]

[CLICKS HER TONGUE see if she ever offers to do something nice for you!! "was it really nice?" see if she ever--]

Suit yourself, fox man.

[fried]

[ HELP ]

Jiaoqiu. Though I suppose getting you to use my name is a fruitless endeavor. [ ... ] If you are to blow anything up here, please make sure I am not inside.

[gagreflex]

[... the blank look of someone who is deeply face blind and can only remember people by smell and shapes. give her a second.]

Hm. [okay.] If you don't want to be blown up, then don't get in my way. A five second warning is more than enough, no?

[fried]

[ lord jesus

the emotions are Bewildered and Exasperated ]

Permit this old fox at least thirty seconds, hm? I can only move so fast.

[gagreflex]

[crosses her arms.]

Ten.

[fried]

Fifteen. [ this is a funny bartering session ]

[slashing]

[ STOP DYING I SWEAR TO GO D

okay well listen he's going to get as far away from yoru as possible when she's about to blow up the suncoast AGAIN so when he hears jiaoqiu cough-hack-dying he ends up coming over... and then, more alarmed, drops down next to him. ]

-- hey, doc -

[ emotions of concern and confusion and what the fuck and also the emotion of i-don't-know-what-to-do-i-am-not-built-for-this. whatever that is. ]

[fried]

[ HE'S FINE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

he clears his throat, staring down at the hit clip with a frown. his emotions are mostly annoyed, but also there's a little ping of fondness, too. ]

I - I'm fine. [ he waves a hand, coughing. a beat. ] That... was unpleasant.

[slashing]

[ don't fondness at him what the fuck gross

he will not be dignifying those emotions with a response, mostly because staring down at the weird little hit clip that jiaoqiu just hacked up is a great distraction. ]

Weird looking hairball. [ NOT FUNNY ]

[fried]

[ you are his waterbottle now, boogie woogie woogie ]

... Rude assumptions aside, what do you think this is? [ jiaoqiu like don't be racist, stinky ]

[slashing]

[ gross!!!!!!!!!

he is rude so he ignores the first part and squats down to pinch the clip between two fingers and look at it, blood and nastiness aside. thankfully he is also unbothered by gross things. ]

..."Toxic"? [ lol - ] Britney... ugh. [ there's her damn name on the thing ] Looks like you might put it in something.

[ since it has little grooves when he turns it over. kind of like a key? ]

[fried]

[ there's a little protest of a sound. ]

... Let me wash it. [ it's got his blood and saliva on it!! it's gross!! you'll get sick!! ]

Like some sort of key? It's small. [ reaches to hold out his hand so therion can put it in his palm. ]

[slashing]

[ therion gives him a weird look and then just reaches down and wipes it off on his ratty ass poncho thing? whatever.

and then he will hand it out to him to take. here you go! ]

Doesn't matter. Small lock, small key.