GRAVEYARD

[fullthottle]

GRAVEYARD POPULATION: 17 Abruptly, you come to. The sun is hot on your back, but there's the gentle lapping of cool water on your feet and legs as you regain your consciousness. Beneath you is sand - lots and lots of sand, some of it wet, the majority of it dry and burning. You hear the sound a seagull crying from somewhere up above you, and you can smell and almost taste the tang of salt in the air. You've found yourself washed up on what appears to be some kind of tropical island - one of your hands is gripping your clamshell, even if you didn't have it in your hand before you died. It's bright and well-lit, and there's the sound of voices from somewhere a ways away from the beach. Lastly, as you sit up, if you had some kind of supernatural power before coming here, you notice one thing in particular - that power that you were so familiar with before it vanished upon your awakening inside the hotel? It's back. Welcome to paradise. You won't be leaving here any time soon. - - - Welcome to the graveyard! Though your character is now out of the living side of the game, this does not mean they are fully removed from the action. We have several mechanics and events planned that will allow the dead to affect the course of the game just as much, if not more, than those on the living side. We will announce these opportunities as they happen in the #graveyard-announcements channel. But in the meantime, here are a couple of neat things to consider as you settle into the graveyard! 1. As mentioned above, all characters will wake up with their clamshell in hand. While there's no place to use Finansex at this moment, characters will still have access to the My Appointments app to request NPC audiences. Go forth and request private meetings as your heart desires. 2. The graveyard has its very own location page. You can check it out over here to see what kind of shenanigans your characters can get up to while on the island. 3. Additionally, powers are now available. While some may still be nerfed if they are too game breaking, most characters will wake up to find that the majority of their powers have been reactivated. Should you have any questions or concerns about this, don't hesitate to contact us. We hope you have fun! FULL NAVIGATION. locations ⯅ statuses ⯅ ic profiles ⯅ ic rulebook ⯅ thot report ⯅ audiences gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

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TALK TO CARLOS

[tricycles]

[When not chilling in the apartment complex, Carlos can easily be found walking around the island. He will stop for anyone who tries to flag him down, and is more than happy to chat or answer any questions the recently deceased may have.]

[rewords]

[ Man, she goes looking for him, but didn’t expect to actually find him easily! ]

Carlos!

[ When she spots him she’ll beam, trotting over. ]

It’s good to see you again.

TALK TO POLLY

[yaaaasss]

[When she's not in the apartments, to no one's surprise at all, Polly can often be found having a drink at the outdoor bar or tanning herself (despite the fact that ghosts can't get a tan) in the nude on the beach. She's glad to chat or answer any questions.]

[silvergun]

[ He's going to accidentally stumble on her tanning herself. ]

Whoa! Where are your clothes?!

[ Covering up his own face. Why is this? A thing? ]

w1 sunday arrival

[silvergun]

[ He doesn't wake gently, but rather violently. Immediately sitting up as he scoots himself back, his hand going to his neck to feel for a wound as he winds up butt deep in water. Then it clicks in he's some where new and he's missing the cut.

Prompto's breathing doesn't slow down because he's now freaking over something else entirely. ]

Oh boy. Did I- Did I get thrown over board?

[ It wouldn't be the first time he's been pushed off a moving vehicle and split from his friends. He doesn't recognize the place, and he doesn't see the ship. Drawing his knees to his chest to just bury his face there. He's been split up from everyone. He's been split up from Hizamaru and he's all alone again. ]

Ah ha ha... guess it beats the snow?

[ He's sniffling though. Give him a moment to fall to pieces before he realizes he's not the only one on the beach. ]

[rewords]

[ Monika, too, wakes violently. Gasping, clutching her chest. She remembers walking into the ballroom. She remembers feeling herself laugh.

Seeing Hizamaru was the worst part, though.

And now she wakes on the sand and the first thing she does is spring to her feet, immediately hyperventilating, hugging herself, twisting this way and that as if looking for some unseen enemy.

But her actions are her own. The demon is gone.

Like Prompto, she needs a little time to sit down and cry.

Curiosity, however, eventually drives her to her feet. Curiosity, and a certain feeling of conviction.

Of course, wandering around eventually takes her to where he’s sitting, and—

Oh boy. She stops. ]

... Prompto?

W2 Friday

[silvergun]

[ Who wants to watch the movies with Prompto? He's going to be here the whole time as soon as he sees the investigation happening on screen. He's not going to be in the mood for snacks as soon as he sees all the blood on the screen. ]

Wha?! Is this for real?

[ Later on, he's going to be upsetti about Jumpei swimming in bloodied waters and Logy being fished out. ]

W2 Sunday: Arrival!

[applechemist]

[ Compared to what just happened, this is downright pleasant. Escha wakes up peacefully; slowly, even. She draws herself up to sit on her knees, taking in her surroundings before reaching up to touch her neck and collar-bone.

She has all her skin! That's nice!

Weirdly, she doesn't think to get up and move right away. She wants to explore, but for the moment, it's just... really nice to sit by the water. ]

[silvergun]

[ He just saw the execution over in the movies, so he's jogging over to the beach to try to find her. She can probably hear the crunch of the sand as he approaches. ]

Escha!

[ Hello friend. He comes to a stop in front of her. He has a hood drawn up over his head, but she can probably see how red his eyes are from down there. Holding out his hand for her. ]

Hey...

W2 Sunday: Arrival

[airshipped]

[He wakes, the stark difference of dying and then coming alive on some... sort of sandy plain? He rolls over and stares up at the sky before his hand rests against his stomach.

No wounds.

Just himself. Just his own body.

A sigh of relief as he closes his eyes.

He only stays on the ground for a moment before he starts gingerly getting up.]

[dryeyes]

[hey, meanwhile, nearby, a fucking BODY]

[Or, rather, Aizawa's washed up somewhere close by. He does not seem to be getting up. He doesn't seem dead, it just seems like... he'd rather be face-down in some wet sand for a bit.]

[also his neck is naked]

w2 sunday arrival

[goatsongs]

[Going from a hot tub to a tropical island seems fitting, huh.

Chuuya takes a moment to assesss himself. Stomach not torn open, clothes not stabbed through - he still has Prompto's bandana on his arm - not bleeding to death.

Then he takes a deep breath.]

Friday is still part of the week, you fuckers! I was GETTING to it!

[Ahh, that felt good.]

[silvergun]

[ He's here to go greet the new arrivals wearing an assassin creed jacket. The yelling takes him by surprised. ]

Wha?! Getting to what?

[ Chuuya... you touched how many people that week and didn't get it?

Anyways, he's there. His face might be puffy from crying thanks to seeing the investigation, trial, and execution. But he's there \o/ ]

w3 monday

[silvergun]

[ If anyone is outside and among the newly departed, he'll bound over to them and point towards the buildings in the distance. ]

Look, a whole bunch of them popped up! Which one is yours?

[ Later on, he can be found in the arcade. He's pausing as he looks at the dancing machine, while touching a light mint colored bracelet on his wrist. ]

Maybe I should practice?

[dryeyes]

[so, it appears, but... why. what does it mean.]

Mm. The glass building. It's my workplace.

[for being so grumpy about pictures, he's surprisingly forthcoming. maybe he's just accepted they're All In This Together]

w3, Tuesday, movie madness

[dryeyes]

Tuesday, 2:17am
[Now, Aizawa can't meet anyone inside the cinema at this time. Because going in seems to lead to different space. The movie on the screen is just for him.]

[His intent, when he's released from watching his own death play in front of him, is to get back to the apartments immediately. But, hey, maybe you character made the same revelations or had a bout of insomnia.]

Tuesday, midday
[Okay, now the cinema is playing normal movies.]

[... or, well, "normal."]

[Aizawa's in the theater watching this. Despite it being the kind of laughable, awkward sex parody he's watching it almost like it's a horror film. There's a quiet anticipation, like when you know you're about to get jumpscared or something.]

[-when they call scene, Aizawa sighs and all the tension eases from his shoulders.]

[He's not sure what he wanted to see there but... ... bunny, huh...]

Tuesday

[airshipped]

[It turns out after you've been murdered it's hard to sleep for a while. Seeing himself die again isn't the stuff sweet dreams are made of either.

He didn't see Aizawa there, but he does mumble to himself.]

It's not any better watching it again.

WEDNESDAY MORNING: CYOA #1

[fullthottle]

DEEP BLUE SEAS... Rise and shine, sweethearts! At 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning, everyone on the island will get the feeling that they should head to the Meeting Hall for something special. Those who listen will find Carlos and Polly waiting for them in the main room. Once everyone (or mostly everyone) has arrived, they will begin to address the group. "Thanks for coming, guys," Carlos starts off, once those who are present have taken a seat at the table. "Polly and I have been working on a way to help the others from here, and we finally figured out how to do it. It took us a while, but—" "Thanks to some of you and some of the living, we’ve gotten stronger! Which meeeeans… you know that raft over there? You guys can take it to the ruins." She waggles her eyebrows. "You all probably thought I was bullshitting about sex being like fuel for us, huh?" "Right. It's like she said," he confirms, nodding at Polly. "We can't cover all of them in one day. There's not enough of us for that. So we're starting off with the ones that are familiar to the four of us. We don't know what's in there, and that wouldn't be an issue if we were the only ones going inside — but we need your help to get this done fast. And we can't guarantee that you won't run into trouble if you agree to this." "But, hey!" Polly, at least, does not seem to think that anyone should be worried about the prospect of mortal injury. "This is a safe place. Once you get back here? Even if you’re, like, a shambling corpse, just lay out on the beach and soak in some rays. You’ll be good as new in no time at all, promise!" True to their word, Carlos and Polly will hand out assignments as the meeting starts to wrap up. Once that's done, they will accompany each team to the boardwalk. It is there they will get on the raft in order to escort them to the ruins. - - - Welcome to your first CYOA, everyone! For this event, characters will be divided into teams of two and sent to one of the NPC ruins for exploration. ICly, teams will be selected by the NPCs. OOCly, you guys are free to organize yourselves into teams of two in the #graveyard-chat channel. Unlike the mini-events available to the living side, you are free to shove your character into as many two man teams as you like. After all... Injuries won't be an issue once you make it back to the island to recover. :') To get started, please respond to the assignment subtl in order to receive a scenario. This comment must include the names of the characters who make up the group, as well as whether or not you would like your characters to be injured (but please inform us of your squicks if you agree to injuries). We will let you know what your team will face off against in response to your comment, as well as what treasure they will find at the end of their scenario. Polly and Carlos will be available for questions in their own NPC subtls, but it is not necessary to talk to them in order to get started on your assignments. To receive a prize, you must report a thread of 30 comments or more by Friday, 12PM PST/3PM EST. At least two pieces of treasure must be collected (and reported!) in order for the GY to receive their prize as a group. Additional, minor prizes may be awarded if more than three qualifying threads are reported. While participating in this event is optional, please note that only those who participate will gain access to these minor prizes.

TALK TO THE NPCS

[fullthottle]

[Polly and Carlos will be available for any questions before and after the expedition. However, keep in mind that talking to them is independent of receiving and threading out your character's assignment.]

W3 Trial Reactions

[silvergun]

[ Honestly, this has been a roller coaster. With his almost boyfriend wearing that, extra limbs, illumi's everything, and then his almost boyfriend going on a date with someone...

It's like a bucket of ice water being dumped on him. Now he's going to actually pay attention to the rest of the trial. ]

Anyone here good with those puzzles? [ Listening their speculations and arriving to different solutions. ]

I'm really really hoping Nikkari isn't possessed by demons. It's might make things harder.

[dryeyes]

Nope.

[terrible at 'em]

[but, that second part does trigger his memory]

... I remember, back in the first week, when those visions were going around... Zero said something that suggested that man was connected.

[like, she also said he was a terrible lay but that's less relevant]

w3 sunday, arrival

[namelessfighter]

[ he wakes suddenly, immediately up and on his feet and reaching for his sword. the last thing he remembers is a demon wearing illumi's face attacking him with his own blade, without even using it right -

and he's. very angry. balled fists, gritted teeth, the whole shebang. ]

So he kept my sword...

[ alright, fine. time to go explore this new place and see if he can find another weapon... it doesn't feel right not having something, even if anything but himself would be just as strange... but kanesan is still frowning mightily as he wanders the area. ]

Is this where they've been this whole time?

[ this is much nicer than the hotel wtf ]

[silvergun]

[ He'll probably spot Prompto jogging towards him from the direction of the theater. He slows down as soon as he sees him and gives a wave. ]

Izuminokami! Hey.

[ Today, he's wearing a shirt with a skull on it with the sleeves rolled up. There's a familiar camera there around his neck, but a different bracelet over his wrist tattoo. ]

Uh. Welcome to the island.

w3 sunday arrival

[selfservinglove]

[Illumi sits up. It's a nice day. The sky is beautiful. The sea is calm.]

[But Illumi? Illumi is not calm.]

[You might even be a mile away from him, but the feeling hits like you a truck. An oppressive, heavy, dark feeling, like one gets when they're walking into a room and suddenly the lights go out, leaving you in darkness. Around Illumi, a huge flock of seagulls suddenly erupt into the sky with frightened squawks. The closer you get to Illumi, even if you're not sensitive to the supernatural or to magic...that feeling intensifies, like someone placing a hand on your hand and smashing it down.]

[Illumi moves quick - if he senses someone nearby he'll go up to them, grab them by the shoulder or arm. His face is almost obscured - he almost looks like a demon himself, what with his hair billowing in the air like that. His voice comes out in a low growl:]

EXPLAIN.

[Explain what? Why are they here? What this place is? Honestly, just give him some kind of answer, he's just smad right now.]

Re: w3 sunday arrival

[silvergun]

[ That's not freaky at all. S'up, dude. He yelps at the grab and holds his hands up. ]

Whoa! Um, hey dude! [ Please don't hurt the twink ] What do you want to know first?

LATE SUNDAY EVENING (AFTER ALL NEW ARRIVALS): A THING

[fullthottle]

[After the newly deceased have had enough time to get familiar with their new surroundings, Carlos and Polly will round everyone up to direct them towards the Meeting Hall. It seems that, after a couple of days, they have finally translated the the pages retrieved by the teams on Wednesday.

Sure enough, those who walk into the Meeting Hall will find that something has been pinned to the corkboard. Specifically, several sheets of paper housing the translation of the information retrieved earlier during the week. This information will remain in the Meeting Hall for all to read whenever they want, but… It should be noted that something strange will happen the first time one reads it. Visions will begin to flit through the reader's mind, gone in the blink of an eye but leaving an impression that will last for weeks to come.

The translation reads:]

We're not as trapped as we thought.

There's more than one ritual. One was for summoning us to this dimension. The second was for unleashing their plague upon our lives. And the third? The third is to set all of us free from this fucking ocean of nothingness. Sweet, sweet freedom… All without a hint of blood sacrifice. The time travelers in the room can finally let out a sigh of relief.

Of course, there's a catch. There's always a catch. Why would one expect anything less, right? It's not like anything is meant to be easy in this screwed up game of theirs.

To open up the portal to bring us all back to our worlds, you need to find a couple of things first. I'll call them "ritual items." Special trinkets that are connected to the very fabric of space and time, and that are infused with the energies of those who have defeated the demons in the past. They are scattered throughout the boat, and each one of them can only be owned by those that have been deemed worthy… Either because you bought them with the money earned through sharing your body with the rest of the survivors, or because you willingly put your neck in the guillotine by breaking into one of those sealed off rooms.

There are seven items in total.

[It is at this point, as the deceased read the list of items for the first time, that vivid images will appear in their mind's eye. The linked image will correspond to each named item.]

The royal family's jewels.

The shoes of a sea long gone.

The blade of a siren scorned.

The tears of a saint.

The bum javelin of an heiress.

The blood of a goddess.

And last but not least, the still beating heart of one of those wretched creatures.

Bring all seven of these items to where the disturbance first originated [a vision of the Grand Ballroom will come to them, the items surrounding the ritual circle.] on the 50th day. Not a day more, and not a day less. All items must be present for this to work.

If this does not occur by the 50th day, then we will become one with this dimension. Trapped. Cursed to haunt this ocean until the bitter end.

My only hope is that this information can reach my companions before it's too late.

[Polly and Carlos will be present to answer any questions… However, the deceased are encouraged to stick around the Meeting Hall to discuss.

Please feel free to use this to use this top-level as an informal trial post! Add your own subtls to bring up points related to the graveyard has just received, and hash out what you would like to do with this information as a group. Thank you!]

TALK TO THE NPCS

[fullthottle]

w3 sunday arrival number 3

[schismanic]

look what the cat dragged in
[ For someone who's just washed up on the shore, she's looking pretty good! Her limbs are all in order, and her hair is perfect... and writhing behind her, every so often, as if the curls and strands might be alive and have a mind of their own.

In fact, she'll pick herself up off the ground, and, uh, that's quite literal. As in, she's floating, and her wings are no longer just decorative. It takes her a moment for her to take in her situation, her surroundings-- before she lets out a bright peal of laughter, high and light and probably pissed off as hell. ]

My my. These demons have quite the questionable senses of humor.

[ goodbye ground, she is never going to be touching you again. ]

ye other option at some other point, anywhere not indoors that's a slightly more open area
[ You might hear a voice, faintly resonant, somewhere on the island: ]

--Light of the horizon, etch your name into fate! Sunburst!

[ or maybe you heard her sooner, as she exercised various other forms of her power to see what she can and can't still access, because of course the first thing she tried was noping out of the island entirely and, uh, failing.

in any case, what looks like a small, miniature sun will rise briefly into the sky above her-- before coming back down a short distance away not a moment later, several times larger and casting off an unpleasantly rush of heat and warm air before fading with the sound of hissing steam as it burns into the ocean. don't worry, she won't start a fire or anything.

is she going to regret this kind of frivolous usage of her power later? probably not, but even if she does, that's nothing a little tethering won't solve, right? ♥

she does seem a little frustrated as she goes through her paces, though. ]

muzet we don't need another sun

[selfservinglove]

...

[Impressive. He watches it all with the same expressionless face he always does.]

Is that what you were talking about? Your...magic.

W4 Tuesday

[silvergun]

[ In the morning, Prompto can be found in the meeting hall with a quick breakfast of cereal.

There are papers beside that he's cutting up into little cards. Someone is trying to DIY their own game it seems.

There is also a new note on the black board, with chalk dust on his clothes. He'll give a wave to anyone who comes in. ]

Hey, how's it going?

[ In the afternoon, he can be found aiming for the larger stuffed animals in the crane game. ]

Almost there...

[ He's biting his lip as he aims for one. On the floor by his feet are a couple of critters already. Hm. ]

afternoon

[selfservinglove]

[He's just picking up one the the animals without permission, squeezing it thoughtfully.]

...You're good at this game.

w4 thursday

[namelessfighter]

[ it was just a matter of time before your local spirits found the clothing shop! and somehow, it has things that kanesan, for one, actually likes? that's a novelty after the boutique only offering "sexy" things... so we can't let this opportunity go to waste.

that's why he's waving you down from the store, grinning wildly. seems he's already found a new outfit for himself. ]

Yo! Have you scouted this place out yet? They've got a lot of good stuff here!

[ you can try to walk off, but he'll come and catch you, insisting that you should at least give it a try.

being dead doesn't mean we have to be gremlins. get in, losers - we're going shopping. ]

[selfservinglove]

Oh, I know.

[He's wearing this eyesore]

[Read it and WEEP.]

I like it a lot.

w4 Trial Chatter

[silvergun]

[namelessfighter]

[ ignoring that ]

Are they really trying to frame Higekiri...?

[ can he yeet himself back to the ship to exorcise another demon ]

w4 Execution Chatter

[silvergun]

[ Against better advice, he's here to watch it. ]

Not cool, man! He just threw Hizamaru!

[ Don't be mean to little bf ]

[namelessfighter]

[ scowling. ]

Higekiri will make him regret that.

w4 sunday arrival

[felinguistic]

[ wow. washing up on the shore of what is probably paradise somewhere is... not what he was expecting but here he is.

notably, shiraishi doesn't move he just sort of folds his arms under his head and cranes his head back a little to squint up at the sky. and then he just rubs a hand over his face and sighs, heavily and sharply.

he'll sit up eventually. probably.

catch him later and he's just pacing circles around the island, frowning and -- well, it looks like he's muttering to himself. arms folded, and pacing like he's being run on clockwork. ]

[selfservinglove]

[Well, well, well. If it isn't the local detective. Illumi approaches quietly, folding his arms as his weird dark cat-clock eyes just watch the man pace back and forth.]

[He finally speaks up, deadpan:]

Welcome to the afterlife, Shiraishi.

week four sun arrival [simple_and_clean.mp3]

[leggymaru]

The Beach

[When he opens his eyes, his face is wet on both sides. He lies there for a long time, listening to the gulls and the waves and feeling the hot sand burn his back.

Elder brother. He's not sure how his chest can feel so relieved and so heartbroken all at once. He knew Higekiri could do it; he's always known.

And then very slowly, he sits up. The back of his hand rubs carefully under both eyes, and he would seem as surprised by the tears as he feels, but his face his heavy. After a moment, he draws his knees up and rests his forehead on the arms he drapes across. He stays this way for a long time, quiet.]

Later...

[Finally not moping so much anymore, he can be found wandering around the buildings to see what they are. He still looks somewhat solemn, but now more curious than upset.]

Beach

[silvergun]

[ He'll be greeted by the sound of boots hurriedly beating against the sand. Then someone slides to a stop by him, almost slipping. He's both nervous and his heart feels like it's hurting all at once. Hiza is here. Hiza is actually here and in pain.

He takes off his hoodie to drape it across Hiza's back before he plops down in the wet sand beside him. Putting his hand against his back, but he's not going to say anything until Hiza actually says something first.

Though there might be some things to notice on Prompto if he does look. There's a bracelet covering up his barcode and there's a familiar camera hanging around his neck. ]

WEEK 4, SUNDAY: A THING

[fullthottle]

[Though it may not be immediately apparent while those on the island reunite with old friends, those who seek out the help of your local hosts will soon realize something is wrong.

Polly is nowhere to be found.]

[silvergun]

[ Where is the sunbathing boo??? ]

W5, Monday Meeting

[silvergun]

[ In the morning, he's going to be singing a song softly as he heads to the meeting hall. Once he notices someone is there he'll make a startled noise before smiling. ]

Hey! Let's have a meeting! Gotta catch everyone up on what we've been up to!

[ And then he'll usher them inside.

Once everyone has gathered, he'll call attention to the cork board. ]

If you're one of our new arrivals, then check this out! This is what the others need to find on the ship.

Real quick about messages! Something short like... [ There's a pause there as his attention focuses on one person in particular for a moment. ] I miss you can be verbally shared by Carlos or Polly, but anything longer they won't share. Pretty sure they won't be able to share anything that'll be helpful, but maybe if we get creative with how we word our message?

Last thing! [ Then he'll gesture at Kanesada. ] Izuminokami has something to share.

[namelessfighter]

Mm. I was summoned by Nikkari last week. So he knows what they need to look for on their side, and when the ritual needs to be performed - essentially everything that we learned last week. It took a bit of charades to get the whole meaning through, but...

[ he smiles, apparently quite pleased! ]

It turns out that if we draw on our skin, it will come through. It won't be of the highest quality, and any writing blurs into illegibility. The drawings, however, were clear enough that Nikkari understood most of what we meant to tell him even before he started to ask questions to clarify. It saved us a lot of time in the meeting.

w4 tuesday

[namelessfighter]

[ the graveyard is a pretty quiet place, overall. so quiet, actually, that it’s… kind of boring? wow. today there is a new(?) sound. follow it to the entrance of the arcade, and you’ll find that it’s a song.

enter the arcade, and you’ll find that kanesan has found a game that’s infinitely better than the claw game, and won’t unleash skinamajigs or some other cursed toy upon our peaceful graveyard. ]

Come and join me! We can see who does it better.

[ he’s grinning because he 100% believes it’s him. please prove him wrong. ]

later…
[ kanesan misses home? ddr reminded him how great it feels to dance, and how he was still learning a few new ones back at the citadel before waking up on a boat… so he’s out on the beach, practicing his idol dances and singing quietly to himself. ]

[dryeyes]

[...........................]

[Anyways, since their last encounter Aizawa has morphed into a halfway point between the fashionable him created by him and Muzet and the horrific gremlin Aizawa's soul wants to be. It's at least an attempt. Maybe.]

... what, just hit the arrows as they pass?

WEEK 5, TUESDAY

[yaaaasss]

[As of Tuesday morning, Polly is back!

...she's mainly keeping to herself but she's back and can actually be found if someone looks hard enough.]

[silvergun]

[ IS SHE CLOTHED cause he'll spot that blue and go over to her. Opening his arms up for a hug. ]

Hey boo! Where have you been?