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GRAVEYARD 2.0
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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[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.
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[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. . .
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[A gesture to himself. No broken bones or anything]
... Interesting. You are able to go to the places of the living, then?
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[Not anymore, it seems.]
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[A gesture to this house]
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Fox and Swan both killed somebody this week.
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Dorothy was the Fox who killed me.
-- Who was killed for Swan's team?
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O. . . Ochako-chan.
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I see.
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He turns away, eyes closed briefly.]
Perhaps.
[His voice is weary]
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[Reaches and pat pats him on the arm.]
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I am alright.
... Only that I had hoped to spare those in our team from further harm, but ... she did volunteer of her own volition.
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[With a faint smile]
Many of us volunteered, in fact. So in such a regard, the chance of failure was low. By then, everyone realized what needed to be done.
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[...]
But even if I could not protect her, I still protected the others. That is enough to satisfy me for now.