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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[recrowns]

[ . . . he nods.]

It is.

... I'd ask you more about yourself, but... I'm afraid I might not be able to hear it, even if you do.

[dawnblushed]

[she sighs]

...it's not relevant right now, anyway. The important thing is that we get out of this, and from the sound of things, one way or another... this should all be coming to an end soon.

If you're able to remember me at the end of this - we can talk then, if you still want to.

[recrowns]

[a tilt of his head]

Is there a reason why I wouldn't want to...? I suppose I might not remember.

[huh. more for him to ponder over.]

... but yes, that's correct. Everyone met their requirements as of last week, even not counting my death. I made sure of that much before I could no longer function.

[dawnblushed]

Even if I told you, you might not be able to hear it, anyway. So... don't worry about it, for now.

[things between them are complicated enough even without the memloss... and while the living have in theory completed the requirements to bring them back, yona's not going to feel like the stakes aren't high until they're actually alive again.

so she's trying very hard not to get too caught up in her own personal struggles, here.]

Good. That's a relief - hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer, then. Maybe that's why things have changed here... we weren't locked in before.

[recrowns]

[someone please let yona feel all her emotions

soo-won is just going to nod at that.]

It seems like things have changed - though I wonder why. Even on the side where the others are, it looks as though they're able to access the castle that belonged to the Leaders.

I wonder if the Realm is perhaps.... condensing...?

[dawnblushed]

[no]

...I'm not sure. Wolf took me to the castle, once, but I was never able to go there on my own. Something's definitely changed... I hope it's a good thing.

[recrowns]

[soo-won nods]

I would go when Goat invited me, but I was otherwise not able to access it.

But it seems like... We're confined in this space, and now it seems like they're able to travel the path to get to the castle. So the places in the Realm they can access are - closer?

[he looks thoughtful]

I'd been told that the monster eating nova was somewhere in the Realm, but since the Realm was so large, it took time to locate it. I wonder if they've since been able to do so?

[dawnblushed]

Maybe. I haven't heard anything new about that - I've only been here a week or so, and we were pretty focused on making sure you guys knew which teams needed to take action.

[she huffs]

But if that monster is located, I want to beat it up.

[recrowns]

[he nods]

The teams knew. I don't have all the details of what happened, but I do know that they were organizing and I trust they were able to organize what they needed.

[not.... to the extent he'd like, given. dorothy. but,,,]

Let's go beat up a monster then.

[dawnblushed]

Good.

[that's one less thing to worry about, at least.

as for the monster - ]

As soon as it's found, I'll sh--... oh. No, I guess I'll have to use my sword.

[her arrows all got broken in the fall :/ ]

[recrowns]

[ . . . . oh.]

Were you going to say shoot?

I should have a few arrows left. You can take some.

[dawnblushed]

Yes, please. Mine broke the night I died.

[she'll absolutely take some of his arrows. he owes her since he killed her.]

[recrowns]

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

[ . . . . . though there is a pause, as some things seem to briefly click together -

and then they're gone.]

Archer is here as well - so perhaps he would be willing to loan you if we cannot create more. We can look at all we have gathered and make sure they're dispersed equally amongst us.

[dawnblushed]

...

[she takes a breath. right. continuing on.]

That sounds like a good idea. If we might have to fight the monster [which might be a virus? but she doesn't know that yet so she is very ready to FIGHT] we should make sure we're all prepared to do so.

[recrowns]

[he nods in response to that]

We'll look at our current items and make sure that everyone is equipped with something they can use to defend themselves, if nothing else.

It's more difficult to create a strategy against an unknown enemy, but it is nonetheless important to prepare.

[dawnblushed]

Mmhm. There's not a lot of time left to train, either, but we can at least try and help make sure that people who don't know a lot about fighting can at least defend themselves a little, too.

[recrowns]

Then we still have more to do until we get more information.

[so that's good to know, he looks pretty glad for it]

[dawnblushed]

[she nods]

Just having to sit and wait would be unbearable.

[recrowns]

So it would.

[ . . . . .

and because he realizes a few things - that she's been here for longer than he has, that he has also forgotten her, that it must have been difficult not only for him but others who loved her - that he pauses.]

I'm sure there are things that I no longer understand but...

.... I'm sorry that we could not have found a way to bring you back sooner, or avoid you being here at all.

[dawnblushed]

[well.

she goes somewhat tense at that, but then she shakes her head.]

It was unavoidable. If I was left alive, I would have been a danger to others.

[her hands are clenched pretty tightly into fists, but luckily her sleeves are long and fwooshy enough to disguise that.]

It doesn't seem like there was a faster way back from anyone. But it sounds as though we're on the right path for us all to return, so that's what I'm focusing on now.

[recrowns]

[ . . . . he cannot say that he doesn't understand. while he is not ecstatic about his own death, he also doesn't seem particularly mad about it. though he watches the way that she tenses and can't help but posit - ]

.... it's alright, if you're angry or upset. Even if we must focus on moving forward -

It is not as though your emotions on the subject do not matter. Death is unpleasant, no matter how many times it may come, or even if you know it will.

[of course everyone hates dying. of course.]

[dawnblushed]

[she shakes her head]

There's nothing productive I can do with my anger right now.

[so, honestly, the best she can do is tell herself "he doesn't even remember" - that's the easiest way to keep herself from getting mad. if she gets mad, she'll get distracted.

and it doesn't seem like they can afford that at the moment.]

I'll deal with it once we're free of this.

[recrowns]

[hmmmm.]

.... it can consume you if you allow it to fester.

[he doesn't think that there's ever anything good about just ignoring your emotions until a later date? even for all his compartmentalization, he at least doesn't deny what he is feeling when he has a moment. so he'll go to look around]

Shall we do some sword practice? Or target practice. If you visualize what is it that you're mad at, perhaps it will let you loose some steam until you can direct it later.

[dawnblushed]

I won't let it.

[she says, stubbornly.]

And I'm not sure that's a good idea. [it's him she's mad at! if he's right here and she lets loose, then...] ...but thank you for trying.