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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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soo-won turns to her and just.
laughs quietly as he brings a hand up to steady gulfan on his shoulder.]
... you owe me a hit, don't you? Even if I don't remember why, I suppose I can understand. I can put my friend here aside, if you'd like to take your shot. I'll try not to deflect out of habit.
[WAKES UP DEAD, OFFERS TO GET PUNCHED]
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And then she shakes her head, huffing a little. It sounds fond.]
I'm not the one who is owed anything. [DON'T OFFER TO GET PUNCHED!!] Are you, um... I know this is a strange question, but are you going to be okay?
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Mm! I will. The idea of dying is not foreign to me and given everything that happened last week, it should not even stick forever.
In a way, even knowing my soul truly persists on is reassuring. I do not plan on letting any of us disappear.
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[A pause.]
... Even if things are a little bit strange right now.
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They are. Everyone team has reached at least two kills. Based on who I've accounted for here.... though - were there four bodies on Friday? Or... did execution take a life this week?
[he tilts his head]
And if I may, what do you mean by strange?
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I think— someone tried to save Dorothy-san. But she died, anyway.
[It was bad, Soo-won.]
Um... Usually, we're allowed to explore outside of this house, and one of the Leaders will stay here with us. But this week, there's nothing. [...] Though, I think there's an explanation for that.
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How could she... [ . . . he shakes his head.] I'll speak with her. Thank you for telling me.
[so he doesn't have to make dorothy relive it]
... what do you think the explanation is?
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... Sharon-san and I plan to gather everyone for a meal later in the afternoon. I'll share my thoughts with everyone there, so we may have a discussion about how to go from here.
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Then I'll leave it in your capable hands. Do let me know if there's anything I can do to be of assistance.
[he's not particularly excited for like
not being able to do anything? please give him something to do]
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[It's okay. There will be plenty of screaming to be done. For now, Sumire bows from the waist.]
Thank you for all your hard work, Soo-won-san. I know everyone did their best for our sakes.
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a bit of a surprised blink at that
before he just shakes his head and laughs gently before - also bending at the waist to bow, lowering his head to her]
Thank you as well, Yoshizawa. I know that you have been very proactive about helping the people here, and we're very grateful for it. You have done well. I'm glad, that I get to work with you.
Let us ensure our success, in the end.
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I, um— I-It's nothing to thank me for. Everyone has worked hard. I'm just following their lead... [Messing with her bangs, just a little.] We will succeed, however. I won't go back to expecting only the worst outcome.