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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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Prometheus and Pandora
It is peaceful, quiet, a little utopia from heaven.
... Chiron turns to his companion, eyebrows raised high]
Huh.
... Is this... my memory?
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[ There is no way Kano would know, even though he shuffles a little closer to Chiron from where he stood, this place so far removed from what demonic hellscape he was expecting when he'd first stepped through the portal. It's too idyllic... he finds himself not trusting a place like this. Happiness does not exist. He can't find himself comfortable with it. ]
If you know this place... maybe you know the way out of town?
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[Given how Chiron is squinting in every direction, how much he knows is. questionable. Add to the fact that everyone who takes note of them only smiles and waves...
He doesn't shuffle closer to Kano, but his arms fold, dissatisfied, and he takes a glance down at his non-human form.]
Well, we will discover nothing standing here. Let us be on our way.
[Before they can even decide on a direction, however, they are interrupted by a shout! A joyous one, in fact, as a rather beautiful young woman garbed in a long toga approaches them, her blond hair swept over her ears.
She looks Kano directly in the eye, smiling dreamily.
"Darling! There you are! "]
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Um.
[ He glances over at Chiron for a split second, unsure, but then places the smile on his face and opens his arms wide to this strange woman and hopes very hard that she isn't a demon. ]
Honey, I'm home~
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"Where have you been? With you friend, I assume -- well, that's quite alright, though do tell me next time if you'll be out!"
She breezes through the conversation, barely taking a breath between the hug and then pulling back, smiling at Chiron now over Kano's shoulder.
"And who are you? Well, that hardly matters, ha! But you must join us for dinner, you simply must! The food is already prepared!"
Her shoulders pump up with the pride of an innocent, almost child-like in its naivety. As impossibly happy as the scenery. "Oh, oh! And I have a surprise!"
-- Chiron, meanwhile, is desperately trying to get his expression in order, but keeps glancing between the woman and Kano in vexation. Muttering to himself:]
No... I refuse to believe this memory is mine.
[-- EHEM. CLEARING HIS THROAT]
Yes, if you... if you have the meal prepared, I suppose we have no choice?
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[ That is to say, Kano would like to believe this is a memory, that everything is already set in stone and regardless of how he plays his role here, things will happen as they should have happened. ]
Anyways, my friend and I were gonna head out again— we were in the middle of something super important! It'll only be for a little bit, and we'll be back for dinner! Wouldn't miss it for the world~
[ They absolutely have a choice, Chiron, come on. ]
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But the girl pauses, then frowns, a disappointed huff on her tongue.
"Oh, you are always like that. But really, this time, it's important--"
A beat, and then she will lean in close with a stage whisper, eyes bouncing between the two men. "Zeus -- the gods -- they gifted me a magic urn! And told me I must open it by this evening, if I wish to bless the world!"
-- And by Kano's side, Chiron stiffens slightly, eyes widen and uncertain for reasons he can't quite explain]
An... urn?
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Kano doesn't say this out loud, but the look is on his face. ]
Is it so easy to bless the world? What, does it cure all disease and end all war? As if happiness is so easy to come by... You're being taken for a fool, dear.
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She must. She must. She must. And her smile doesn't budge from her face, happy and eager, the eyes of a doll who will play her part regardless, for that is how she was created.
"The gods have bid it so. Who am I to deny them? Zeus promised us, after all."
Her eyes flicker to Chiron, head tilted at too sharp of an angle to be natural.
"Is that not so, Great Centaur? Tell me -- where do your allegiances lie? With the humans whom your brethren will spurn, the ones who fear you -- or with your divine sisters and brothers?"
It has suddenly gone very quiet, as every pair of eyes in the village are on Chiron, no matter that he is taking an uncertain step back.]
-- I. I don't... remember...
[Weakly, he will glance to Kano, as if asking for counsel. What does he do...]
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He meets Chiron's eyes, but how is he supposed to know what to do?
Nevertheless, Kano steps forward when Chiron steps back, putting himself between the centaur and the doll. ]
His allegiance is with himself, as is mine to mine own self. But who are any of us to deny the gods. Consider me intrigued~ Let us see this urn of yours.
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Nothing in the scenery has changed, but at least for now, the scent of blood has retreated.
"Of course, of course! Please, wait here with your friend."
She darts off like a sparrow for the nearest house, and Chiron feels a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead]
... Kano. Whatever is in that urn... [His voice is low] I fear it is pestilence, not blessings.
[Don't ask him why he thinks this; but much like Kano, hearing Zeus' name did not inspire enthusiasm in him]
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But he is intrigued, especially when he hears of pestilence, something far more interesting and real than blessings. ]
Haha... I'll trust your memory on that one. When she returns, be prepared.