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the graveyard
You wake up in your bed. At first, it might not seem as though anything has changed...until you try to leave the room. You'll quickly discover that while you can phase through the interior walls of the building, you can't open doors, pick up objects, or alter the environment in any way. Worse, the only people who can see and hear you are your fellow ghosts; to everyone else, you may as well be so much empty air.
That said, there are still a few other things you can do besides just observing those who are still alive. You now have the ability to conjure any food, drink, or reasonably small object out of midair, although anything you conjure will go unnoticed by the living inhabitants. More interestingly, there is now an intricate iron door embedded in the wall of the main room that you're sure hadn't been there yesterday. If you open it, you'll find that at long last you've exited the building...and the world outside looks quite familiar.
In fact, it's your world. Though...it might not be exactly how you remember it when you left.
You won't be able to get far in the area before you feel some kind of barrier preventing you from taking another step, but it's enough for you to know that something has Gone Terribly Wrong. Perhaps it's the bombed-out shell of your building, or the monsters screeching nearby, or the corpses of your army scattered on the ground; whatever the situation is, it's clear that you would have been in grave danger had you still been back home. Luckily, your ghostly status is still in effect even here; while there may be danger still lurking about, none of it will be able to affect you.
The building behind you has taken on a translucent, almost insubstantial appearance; only the iron doors remain as solid as ever. You can simply open them again to return to the cat's domain.
(OOC: Here's how this will work! Whenever someone new arrives to the graveyard, the world outside will change to their canon's world. We'll leave the exact location and situation up to you to describe; the only thing that matters is that it should be clear your character would have been in enormous danger had they been around. Everyone in the graveyard will be able to explore the area, which will at maximum be around the size of a large ballroom; you'll be able to see things outside the area, but you won't be able to take another step forward. You can interact with the setting, but you won't be able to affect anything living, and anything that might pose a danger such as bullets will pass right through you.)
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What have ya guys tried so far? [because obviously you've all tried to escape ghosthood right]
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There's a door that's become visible in the main common room, that none of those living seem to be able to see. It leads out of this place and to our homes.
However, we're not capable of returning to it. I assume that's because of this alternate plane hypothesis you have. It's also debatable that you will want to return having seen it. We all seem to have been in catastrophic situations prior to our arrival here.
[She's inclined to believe the door's contents too. Her and her people's entire existence being threatened would probably be the only thing she'd willing part with her connection to her people over. Especially if she could figure out how to rectify things for them while staying in a safer location.]
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The world outside looks similar to imperial China, but something has clearly gone terribly wrong here. The sky is dull grey and overcast; from the clouds hangs an enormous writhing black mass of tentacles reaching towards the ground. Underneath it, a figure as large as a skyscraper walks slowly towards the distance, its body composed of thousands of arms and hands. Everything the hands touch rapidly decays and dies; grass shrivels, trees wither, animals rot. The ground is littered with dozens of human corpses, none of them intact. Even now, a hand reaches out to grab a fleeing person before letting go; the body drops, its skin completely disintegrated.
Kouha watches all of this with wide eyes, too shocked for even horror or anger yet.]
W-what...what is this...?
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... Well she supposes she might as well follow him, for. Moral support. Or something. She's not running though.]
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A-as I was saying, before you ran off. [Austria clears her throat.] All of homes are in various danger.
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[Austria's words seem to snap Kouha out of his shock as he races forward, trying to get closer to the destruction. It doesn't take long at all for him to hit the barrier, slamming into it over and over again in his desperation to get out.]
En! Mei! Kougyoku! You stupid shitty Borg, let me out, I have to go help them, get the fuck outta my way!
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We can't help them. We can't help anyone from our homes while here.
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[Kouha keeps slamming his fists against the barrier to the point where they'd undoubtedly be bleeding and broken if he was still alive. Eventually though, he runs out of strength and falls to his knees, sobbing violently.
For all his attitude and bravado, he's only eighteen after all. And his family and country means everything to him. He doesn't know who he is without them.]
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Eventually she'll approach him with a handkerchief, crouching down beside him.]
If there is a way, it's not this.