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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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[Youmu seems a lot more tearful than usual, the contents of Yuyuko's cabinet having hit her hard as well. Frankly no one else's cabinets had been helping either]
If I get the chance again I'll confirm it.
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It offends her deeply.]
It seems as if the pair of us can't seem to manage anything with any sense of proficiency.
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Who would have known it would come to this though.
[Sniff]
If we coordinated better we could, I'm sure. It's just that everything's all over the place and we don't know what will happen...
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Don't start crying, it's entirely unbecoming. [She'll aggressively offer Youmu a handkerchief.]
I suppose even if they did believe us, knowing about a door they can't access doesn't particularly assist them in any feasible way at the moment.
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[She takes the handkerchief and dries her eyes. At least the two were on speaking terms again. Coming face to face with her mistress's past and what she considered her own past failure just left her a bit emotional. Give her time, she'll be fine]
That is true, they wouldn't be able to return home even if it is dangerous.
[But to return implies arrival and Youmu slowly starts to think]
I wonder... Even if they can't access the door now surely we must have done in the past. How else would we have gotten here? Do you think they might have been to this afterlife before? I mean, none of us could remember how we got here...
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Our worlds are all simultaneously in danger, despite spanning a variety of time periods, realities, and universes.
The cat said this was the first time he'd come across human beings in his space and for the most part didn't seem to want us around. [Despite refusing to let them leave.]
None of it seems to make sense.
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[But the more she thinks about it the more it seems like something from her old world]
Say, Miss Austria where you came from did you have someone who judged the souls of the dead? We did, almost all of the spirits that came to the netherworld were sent there by her.