GRAVEYARD 2.0

[retellers]

GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post.

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[misstrust]

[ Here is Dorothy, who finally does not have a broken leg!!

She's just sitting in the living room, hands clasped together in her lap and looking very... very tired.

Approach? ]

[heartablaze]

[hello!

the glitching is Not Great but Hikaru will still approach and offer out an Oreo]

[misstrust]

Oh-- thank you?

[ Dorothy has never had an oreo. ]

[heartablaze]

It's chocolate with cream in the middle! Goat-kun really likes them.

[...]

Did Claude ever come find you, Dorothy-san?

[dawnblushed]

[oof. yona is not going to forget dorothy dying of her slit throat when it looked like someone had tried to save her any time soon, which is the reason for the expression on her face when she approaches.]

...Dorothy?

[misstrust]

... Hello, Yona.

[ She has a smile waiting, at least. ]

[dawnblushed]

[she smiles back and takes a seat not too far away from her. that she can still smile is a relief, at least.]

How are you feeling?

[exercisms]

Dorothy-san.

[He's here, with his little raptor and t-rex friends, watching her worriedly.]

[misstrust]

It's good to see you again, Shigeo.

[frostythehitman]

[ When Vezda enters the room and sees Dorothy there, he just. stops in his tracks and watches her for a minute. Then, with a clenched jaw, he just gives her a single, respectful nod. ]

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy gazes at him, then nods quietly in return. ]

I told them I didn't want to be saved.

[siblingless]

[But is Dorothy's hair in braids?

Sumire looks so conflicted when she sees her. Partly relieved, because she's glad she's no longer in limbo. But mostly still stuck on the fact that she's dead. Oof.]

Dorothy-san... [She bows from the waist, hands clasped together. There is a tiny sauropod at her feet.] It has been a while. Um, how are you feeling?

[misstrust]

About as well as could be expected...

... Also, I'm sorry about Ange. I didn't know until she had me cover for her.

[infreefall]

[ ochako sees dorothy in the room, and she freezes. ]

D-Dorothy-san... Why are you...?

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy looks at her and for a minute, she just looks... well, it's hard to read her expression. ]

I would like to know what, exactly, your plans were and who knew about it.

Please.

[antaressnipe]

... You were not meant to be here.

[Said the victim to his killer, but!

He frowns mightily in Dorothy's direction]

[misstrust]

I was framed for a different murder entirely, and then I had to confess to yours.

[maidforservice]

[YES]

[with tea!! that she extends to Dorothy with a sympathetic and grateful smile]

Welcome, Lady Dorothy.

[misstrust]

... Thank you, Sharon.

[ Even her smile is tired. ]

And for encouraging me.

[recrowns]

[well.

he's going to go and take a seat next to her.]

... if we ask Archer to play some music, perhaps we can have a dance.

[misstrust]

I'd happily take you up on that until Jeanne has the opportunity for a second dance.

[ Hi, buddy. ]

[lionson]

[Tired means she's getting offered a cup of coffee, because yes.]

Hey.

[misstrust]

Oh-- thank you.

[ Hi, priest dad? ]

[laid]

[Well, this is just awkward, isn't it. Without the tool of shameless, meaningless flirting, how is Raven supposed to talk to Dorothy? Especially after what happened!! Then again that was weeks ago. Maybe we can just act like we all forgot.]

... I suppose I oughta thank you.
[SHOULD HE?]

[misstrust]

... Should you?

[ YEAH, BRACKETS!! ]