GRAVEYARD

[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, but it leads you to somewhere that's not the front lawn. 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. On the desk are some blank pieces of paper along with crayons, as well as a written note next to them that says PLEASE DRAW THE PREFERRED ANIMAL :). It looks like this is how you ask for a meeting with a Leader. 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. As of Week 3, each person has the ability to send messages on their PHS unlocked.

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WEEK TWO

[retellers]

[ tiger is around. ]

[maidforservice]

[oh my. hello]

Master Tiger, I don't believe we've had the fortune of meeting before now.

[curtsies!]

[retellers]

Yup.

[ they look over at her. ]

Need anything?

[maidforservice]

A few answers to my many, many questions will suffice.

[lightly teasing!]

[retellers]

Ugh.

[ ugghhhhhhh ]

[maidforservice]

[UUUUUGH]

If you'd like, I can prepare you some tea for our chat. ♥

[retellers]

Yeah, sure.

[ tiger is not someone who would say no to other people doing things for them. ]

[maidforservice]

[and Sharon would never say "no" to doing things for people!! maids. . .]

Might I ask what kind of tea is your favorite, Master Tiger?

[retellers]

Surprise me.

[ which is perhaps a terrible thing to say to someone who has admitted to attempting murder, but still. ]

[pulsecannon]

[ hey tony ]

Hey! Are we actually dead or what? What is this place?

[retellers]

You're pretty dead.

[ they shrug. ]

But... you're also here.

[pulsecannon]

Then what about you? Are you dead or just our babysitter?

[retellers]

Babysitter.

It's... hard for us to get over here, so it's just me for now.

[pulsecannon]

Is that by the will of this place or does it have to with gathering enough Nova?

[retellers]

The latter. Going back and forth can be unstable for us, so we try to do it as little as possible unless you call for one of us.

[pulsecannon]

Ah, I see. [ She things. ] What can this Nova do anyways? I get that it can stabilize everything... but is that the limit?

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano takes maybe a couple of minutes to sit up and stare at the ceiling and wait as the dawning realization does not come, but 1) he thinks he knows what this place is, 2) he knows why he ended up alone here and Jeanne is nowhere to be seen, 3) he sees Tiger and knows exactly who this fucker is, and 4) he is completely wrong on all accounts.

But, with the first three in mind, he goes stomping up to Tiger like !!!!! ]

Hey! Snake bastard!

[retellers]

[ KANO I'M IN TEARS

but tiger just looks around, like kano might be talking to someone else?? ]

[suddenlybees]

[ This icon, except it's the middle finger. Also can you imagine if Rabbit were babysitter this week?

But the fact that it's Tiger just feeds into Kano's convictions, and he looks like he wants to swing fists but also at the same time knows his puny ineffective fists will do nothing, and so he just curls them at his side and stops short in front of Tiger. ]

I'm done being your puppet. Ruler's the one who made it out, so your plans end here. You lose.

[retellers]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ a pause. ]

Trust me, I desperately do not want to be talking to you right now.

[suddenlybees]

Like I want to be talking to you! Like I've wanted to be involved with you for the past few years!

[ We don't get what we want, Tiger!! ]

What's the point of keeping this up? At the very least, give me back my sister.

[retellers]

Jesus, how goddamn hard did Ruler hit your head? I have no idea what you're talking about, moron.

[ sometimes someone just died horribly for no reason, but he is annoying you, so you aren't gentle. ]

[suddenlybees]

[ hisses like a feral cat ]

Say that to me again after you take your mask off. Show me your eyes.

[pulsecannon]

Hey, you! I was wondering if we could get a tank or something for a starfish.

[ It's currently just... in a large bowl from the kitchen. ]

[retellers]

Huh?

[ yall...... ]

Sure. Why not.