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 2, Monday

[pulsecannon]

I. Wake up

[ The moment she wakes up, she's immediately scrambling forward on her hands and knees a few feet. Her heart rate feels like a machine gun going off in her chest as she whirls away to face her attacker. There's no one there. Her hand is against her chest as she realizes she can actually breathe.

She's no longer on the moon or any where she's seen before. Trying to reign in her breathing as she looks at her hand. There's no bulky gloves of the space suit. Promptly reaching behind to feel for the thick cut she felt tearing into her... only to find that it's gone. She's not bleeding or suffocating. She's some where else entirely... like it was all just a bad dream.

It's not the first time she died and woke up some where else, but normally Mother was there to greet her. Everything felt much more warmer those times, while now it feels...

Closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath. ]

What the hell just happened?!


II.

[ After calming down, she can be found tapping against one of the windows. ]

What gives? Why is static out there? Think these are actually like screens?

III. wild card

[ Bring your own starter or plot something with me \o/ ]

i.

[maidforservice]

[u m]

Lady Cater. . .? Are you all right?

[the only one who was at trial who can see this is Card but this is the confirmation that Sharon dID NOT KILL CATER I PROMISE]

[pulsecannon]

[ S'up Sharon who totally had no part in Cater's death at all. Sometimes two murderers decided they needed space ]

I'm- [ There's a pause as she tries to figure out if she's all right. Physically... yes, she's alright. ] I'm. I'm pissed off!

[ Crossing her arms. ]

That either was a really nasty dream or that coward was with me the whole time. [ A beat ] Arg! I can't believe this!

[maidforservice]

[when given the moon who DOESN'T decide to use the moon in their murder come on!1]

[there's a pause, because knowing what happened to her. . . if Cater is here, then--]

May I ask what happened? Or may I get you some tea to calm your nerves?

[pulsecannon]

[ It did scream for an out of this world murder.

Balling up her fists. ]

I'm pretty sure she killed me, while pretending to be as confused as I was. I can't believe I fell for it!

[ Wait. ]

What are you doing here? Did I really die?

[maidforservice]

[. . .]

[ah. so someone else. . . on Thursday night. . .]

[Sharon's expression stays even, though her brows do furrow slightly]

Who? [. . .] And I must admit, I have a difficult time believing we are actually dead.

[because haha!! there's nothing after death, right???]

[pulsecannon]

I don't know if we're alive or what but I do know what I felt.

[ Time to move in close to poke Sharon in the cheek. Also because effect this week, what is Sharon feeling? Cater is exactly as she sounds where she's both pissed as well as a little confused. ]

It's... she has pink hair. [ Give her a moment. ] Oh! Hilda. That's her name.

[maidforservice]

[where Sharon's feelings are, there is nothing but. . . ice. an ice cold void of nothing, as though she has completely shut down that part of her. but the void is tense, tightly wound like a wire ready to spring forward again. and absolutely none of it shows on her polite features]

[-- she jerks back when she is poked, not because of the poke itself (physical contact doesn't bother her), but because of the emotions she feels that are not hers]

Oh dear. . . [Hilda is not someone she met and spoke with, so the name doesn't ring a bell. also she continues as though she didn't just jump in shock] You have my condolences, Lady Cater. I'm so sorry.

[pulsecannon]

[ It feels just like being on the moon and all the oxygen is rushing out of her suit again. Cold.

She's distracted by what she felt until it registers that Sharon is talking again. ]

It's fine. It's not like you had a hand in it.

[ She's honestly more pissed at herself then her actual killer. ]

[maidforservice]

[folds her hands in front of her, but there's something now a bit tense about her posture. yikes]

[ALSO LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW THAT MOST PEOPLE THINK SHE DID :( :( :( but she pauses at that before flashing Cater a tiny little smile]

Perhaps not. . . but if things had gone as I had intended, then someone else would be here instead of me.

[oh]

[pulsecannon]

Oh. [ A beat. ] So someone got the drop on you. Who were you targeting?

[ There's no judgement or anything in her tone. It seems almost like they are talking about something mundane like the weather or something. ]

[maidforservice]

Heehee. . . I wouldn't say he "got the drop on me." Rather. . . [a tiny sigh] I respected him enough to give him the opportunity to defeat me. Perhaps if I had not--

[well. there's no point in focusing on what could have been, right? only on what actually happened. her sentimentality got the best of her. . . overpowered her assassin instincts. and this is how she pays for it]

[god. she's losing her edge]

At any rate. . . I do hope we don't see Master Won here. He has much work to do among those on the other side.

[and he PROMISED HER!! just as she promised him]

[pulsecannon]

At least your killer... or I guess you would have been the killer, huh? You actually faced the person you wanted to take out.

[ There's a note of envy her voice. Look, she understands fighting to the death... ]

I guess I'll hope for him to live as well. He does seem like the type that would be pretty useful anyways.

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[suddenlybees]

Isn't that supposed to be my line??

[ You were dead, Cater. Like, mincemeat dead. Kano doesn't approach her at all, hugging the doorframe and half hiding behind it because this... doesn't make sense. There is no reason for them to be in the same place. ]

[pulsecannon]

Huh? Why the heck are you here?

[ She gets that she might be dead or in limbo or something but... Kano??? ]

[suddenlybees]

[ Surprise!!! ]

I'm here 'cause everybody's too stupid to figure out what the heck happened.

[ Just casually sets himself apart from the group. At least he placed a vote to an actual murderer. ]

[pulsecannon]

[ A pause as his words sink in. ]

What the heck? They voted for you?

[suddenlybees]

Are you really surprised?

[ Even if she didn't see the trial, would anybody be surprised? You vote off the troublemaker, simple as that. ]

Ah- before you, like, double kill me, it wasn't me.

[pulsecannon]

Of course I'm surprised! I thought they would be smart enough not to vote off the innocent. I can't believe they let her get away...

[ Her brain is going to screech though at him saying it's not him ]

Of course it wasn't you! You were aren't even the same size and you're a guy.

[suddenlybees]

You thought they would be smart—-

[ that's hilarious, but also, he can't even laugh at that because hey?? ]

Do you remember exactly what happened? I thought there'd be, like, a trauma block or something. [ which in that case, maybe he should not be disrupting that trauma block ]

[pulsecannon]

I was hoping they would do what the hell was right. [ And you know... find a coward instead of him. ] Arg! That just pisses me off.

[ What is a trauma. ] Yeah I do remember it. I'm so mad that I trusted her.

[suddenlybees]

[ And here he thought Sharon was the one who got stabbed in the back. ]

Who was it? Who am I gonna have to haunt from beyond the grave?

[pulsecannon]

That one girl with pink hair... Hilda! She was all acting like she didn't know what was going on and being scared.

[ She was literally stabbed in the back Kano. ]

[suddenlybees]

[ The moment the graveyard can affect the living, we're going to haunt Hilda. ]

Eh... We sure got a bunch of actors there, huh? [ So many fakers. ] Were you, like, trying to get her somewhere safe? They thought you were the one goading, leaving those messages everywhere.

[pulsecannon]

I was trying to lure out the killer and came across her. She was crying, so I thought I'd keep her safe and kick the ass of anyone who came for us.

[ She feels stupid. ]

We even ate a snack while waiting for someone to show up. She really fooled me.