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GRAVEYARD 2.0
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was likeβwhether 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 wallsβ 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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[ ie dorothy. ]
It was Yuuri-san, in the end.
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[ It had hurt. ]
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[ she'd hoped that it would be worth it. but that plan hadn't even worked, so of course it wasn't. ochako won't make excuses for that mistake. ]
But there were a number of people who knew I'd volunteered to be a victim this week, so... I don't think it would've meant they'd think less of you or anything. Killing someone who volunteered in order to help everyone, instead of choosing someone at random - I think they'd all understand, no matter who you chose. I would.
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[ Xie Lian. People she had considered trusting.
And Dorothy just falls silent, staring at nothing. ]
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Blanca-san...?
[ the significance is flying right over her head, but... whatever it means, it's making this worse for dorothy. that's not okay. ]
Are you... upset that they didn't defend you? But if that's the case, it must have been because they wanted to save you, too.
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It's not that-- well, it's partially that.
I've been saying over and over that, like you, I don't like to use items that influence other people. I think their wills should be their own.
So to be forced into that... not to mention Blanca knew I wanted to take responsibility if I was caught. Being saved was something I would have hated, even if the intentions were good.
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[ it's frustrating, not really understanding what their logic was. wanting to save someone is important, true, but so is respecting their own wishes. considering that, ochako chews on the inside of her cheek as she carefully tries to choose her words. ]
Xie Lian... When I told him I'd volunteered, I think his first idea was to protect me. But when I said that I wouldn't want anyone to take my place, he decided against it. So I think, if he knew, he would have listened to you, too.
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[ But here they are. ]
... Regardless, that's something I'll need to tell him myself. And some of the others. I think you and I are at least on the same page.
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But... thank you, for making sure your team met the quota.
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Well, I can't really blame you for that, either. As upset as my team was when I volunteered, I'm honestly a little surprised that they did pick me.
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[ By which she means she totally disapproves-- ]
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W-Well, Yuuri-san is the one who shot me, so maybe she felt more comfortable if it was someone closer to her own age?
[ is. is that a thing with murderers. she doesn't know. ]
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[ Yeah, what the heck tiny headband child. ]
And Taako helped, you said?
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[ she was. kind of dead for that part. ]
I guess we could always ask, once we make it back.
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[ . . . ]
I can't ask you not to be mad or anything, but... they were just trying to help us get through this, same as the rest of us. Maybe it could have been done a little better, but... Xie Lian always said that trying and failing was better than doing nothing.
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... Well, any other discussion will have to be between them and me. It's my own selfishness, after all.
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[ dorothy is 100% valid in her opinion? ochako just wonders if it's a little unfair to blame all of them, but... it's not like she was really in on how they decided to frame her. ]
But, um... good luck talking to them when we make it back.
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Thank you. And I hope Claude can at least remember how to hug a cute young lady when we return.
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W-What?! Why would he - what?
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