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The Gardeners ([personal profile] thegardeners) wrote in [community profile] peachgarden2017-04-17 09:13 pm
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[You won’t remember dying. You won’t remember gasping for breath, or hitting the floor, or even the feeling of pain in the first place. But you will remember falling.

Darkness. Then faint muttering, then burning heat, all hitting you at once. Before you can even get used to it, your limitless descent is halted, like a car hitting the wall-- and yes, the sudden stop is just as shocking.

And once again, without explanation, you wake up in a bed, intact and seemingly very much alive. A bad dream, perhaps? No, that was very real.

Congratulations! You’re alive again... or so it seems. When you awake, a letter will be placed on your table with only a single stamp on it. Perhaps you should ask someone here who seems familiar with the place about what it is.

Once you leave your room and descend the stairs to leave the pagoda (and hopefully you’re on a reasonable floor and not... Floor 21... sorry), you’ll find some strange people ushering you to a room in the Courtyard. Strange, as in, they look like they’re trying to seem human and failing. You can resist, but as much as you punch and kick, you’ll end up in a quaint room where Meng Po is seated. There, she’ll brief you all about your new after-life on the island as you all fight for reincarnation. Yes, you are 100% dead, don’t you remember dying? ...You don’t? How about falling through Hell?

Well, anyway, you’re dead. Try not to feel too bad.

If you want to return to life, all you have to do is kill someone else-- yes, you can die again-- and get away with it! Easy peasy.

And if you don’t like that, you can try to forget about your predicament by visiting the many scenic locations you have access too. This isn’t so bad. Would you really mind spending the rest of eternity here? There's delicious food in the cafeteria, if you come at the designated times! And why not stop by the peace garden? Surely, such a beautiful place would never be stained in an act such as murder...

(P.S. If you want to mess with the lake, please put “MODS” in the comment title or drop a mention on Plurk! Head mod is going to take a flight back to Singapore as of this post and will get to everyone ASAP latest tomorrow morning. Sorry for the late post! Thank you for your patience!)]
sundiet: (He praised me)


[personal profile] sundiet 2017-04-17 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's laughter coming from a few seats away from Cagliostro. Remember that loud punk from the first day who try to deny being dead? Yeah, he's laughing at her.
His own big bowl of porridge is empty in front of him. With just some stains around his mouth as evidence that he finished it all.

He just haven't gotten around to wipe them off.

Hahah, just chug them all down, lady!
eyeofcute: (cray)

[personal profile] eyeofcute 2017-04-17 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fuck you, doggie.

Cagliostro's trying to glare, but well, it's kind of difficult right now. So she just waves at him, while still being forcefed, before managing to yell out:]

Just help me eat this!!

[Who knows, she didn't say you couldn't share food... or did she? Uh, care to find out?]
sundiet: (What do you mean)


[personal profile] sundiet 2017-04-18 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, sure I'll help you.

[Apparently, sarcasm is lost on the gardeners. Or these few in particular. While one's focused on force feeding Cagliostro... another one's turning their attention to Yang.]

What? I finished my bowl alread—
sundiet: (Take that back!)


[personal profile] sundiet 2017-04-18 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[In a blink of an eye, another gardener picked up Yang by the back of his collar. He yelps at that and flails as they drag him over. The second gardener from earlier already have a soup spoon ready with some porridge in it.]

What! I didn't mean it—Mmmph!

[So, he's now sitting next to Cagliostro and being fed from the same bowl as her.]
eyeofcute: (cunning)

[personal profile] eyeofcute 2017-04-18 09:05 am (UTC)(link)


Except Cagliostro is also still being forcefed, so. Not so much to celebrate about here. Still, the porridge gets eaten up quickly enough with two children being manhandled hungry mouths, so to speak. It's awkward as hell to just... sit next to each other and try not to choke on after-life food, but well.]


[Cagliostro slumps on the chair very ungracefully after that forced meal.] Heh, you're not so tough now, are you... burp.