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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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But I don't know who killed Soo-won and who killed Ochako, yet.
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[His expression turns
thunderous for a second]
Both of them are here with us?
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[she nods once]
Dorothy, too.
[and hopefully that should be it unless anyone else died sunday night in a pc or something]
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[Not on his end, and not on the end of the role-bearers.
He heaves a sigh, a hand pressed into his temple... but then just as quickly moves on]
If the teams have filled their quotas, I assume no more blood need be spilt?
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[...]
But, um, she died of a different wound.
[the save role gets a "you tried" sticker]
There shouldn't be any reason for it... unless someone else starts splintering, I think.
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[But he at least nods to the rest of what he is told]
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Ange slit her throat. I think it was meant to be a mercy... drowning is a terrible way to die.
[never mind the fact that she sounds like she's speaking from experience]
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I feel I should make it clear, Yona, but I do know who your killer was, and despite my displeasure... don't bear them any ill will.
... I hadn't realized you were splintering.
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[...]
I don't think he remembers, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him. The best I can do is to tell myself not to waste time being upset because he doesn't know, so if he does know, then I...
[she sighs.]
We don't have time for that right now.
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[What's done is done... they can only go forward from here]
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[whew.
then she pauses.]
...although, there's something else that I ought to tell you, if it hasn't made its way to you already.
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What is it?
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[...that doesn't change the fact that it happened.]
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...that he died, and that many of you got sick. I had a power that week, and... I didn't realize that I'd used it until after we got here.
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does not like any of this
and his expression softens with something akin to grief]
... That was not your fault, Yona. I do not think any of us could have foreseen what would happen.
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But then... you were the one who killed Shigeo?
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...not on purpose. My memories of that night are still kind of hazy...
[because she was splintering]
But... something went wrong, before curfew. He started using a power of his own... I remember being very afraid. I think my power activated when I was scared and trying to stop him.
...but I didn't know it had been used until I woke up here and heard he'd died of poison. The last I remember seeing him, he was still alive.