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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[antaressnipe]

[in one of the rooms on the second floor

someone is playing music

hm]

[dawnblushed]

[that music is nice and all, but

it's interrupted when yona launches herself at him to hug him sorry]

[antaressnipe]

[ah...

Well given this is what has interrupted him, Chiron can only smile sadly and return the hug, a hand smoothing down her hair]

Hello, Yona.

... I hope you have been well.

[dawnblushed]

[eh]

...I missed you.

[antaressnipe]

Mm, I as well, though this is not quite how I expected to see you again.

[Ha. Ha. So how about that death]

[suddenlybees]

[ ):<

Kano wants to say something but he CAN'T so instead of interrupting he will just stand like this in the doorway and stare daggers at the back of Chiron's head. ]

[antaressnipe]

... yes?

[just because he's senile and lost all of his memories doesn't mean he can't tell when someone is glaring at him.]

[suddenlybees]

[ ):< ]

Did you ever figure out the hat?

[antaressnipe]

No.

[craning his neck around, STARING AT HIM]

I know you had written messages to me about it, but none were able to explain your intentions.

... and why did you send me a condom filled with honey, child?

[exercisms]

[Well, he's coming to find Archer! So when he hears music, he'll poke his head in.]

Archer-san!

[antaressnipe]

Shigeo.

[responding with a smile as he places his lyre down]

This is not how I expected us to meet again, but you seem to be doing well.

[exercisms]

It's not so bad, here.

[You're dead, Mob.]

Though last week we could go to the beach. [And bunny isn't here. Sad.]

Are you okay? I wanted to find you before you woke up, but I didn't. . .

[antaressnipe]

I am alright, yes.

[A gesture to himself. No broken bones or anything]

... Interesting. You are able to go to the places of the living, then?

[heartablaze]

[...

she'll be approaching quietly for once]

Sensei?

[antaressnipe]

[glancing up with a faint, tired smile]

Hello, Hikaru.

[heartablaze]

[for once, she doesn't flinch at her own name.

She's just walking over to lean against him and wrap her arms against him as best as she can]

[antaressnipe]

[... Smiling at her, and he'll wrap one of his arms around her shoulder in turn]

I hope you have been well.

[siblingless]

[Following the sound of music, a tiny sauropod at her heels!

And then stopping in her tracks once she spots him.]

Archer-san...?

[You okay, sir?]

[antaressnipe]

Ah, good afternoon.

[for someone who is dead, he is at least in decent spirits. There's a smile on his face as he turns to greet her]

[siblingless]

[He's in incredibly good spirits for someone who is dead. Sumire is a little relieved, actually?]

O-Oh! Good afternoon. [Bowing from the waist.] This may be a silly question, but... Are you okay?

[antaressnipe]

The circumstances are not ideal, but I am not overcome with grief, no.

[Smiling at her with a little nod]

I volunteered to die, after all. The only things I can remember are my deaths, and little else. So... this is as it should be.

[lionson]

[A ball of crumpled up paper is coming flying at him.]

[antaressnipe]

[Sir???

He's gonna catch it. He's an amnesiac, not a slouch.]

A good afternoon to you, friend.

[or whoever is THROWING STUFF]

[lionson]

[Wow rude he'd like to think he's a friend.]

Yo! Interesting choice of hobby, by the way.

[antaressnipe]

Is it? I do not know how I'm able to play, to be honest... is it a unique instrument?

[hahahaha welcome to Chiron's wild memory loss ride]