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GRAVEYARD
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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[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???]
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[ 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.
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[-- 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.
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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. ]
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[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]
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[ There's no judgement or anything in her tone. It seems almost like they are talking about something mundane like the weather or something. ]
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[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]
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[ 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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. . . yes, indeed. Though-- simply because we have been removed from the game doesn't mean we should be slacking ourselves.
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[smooths out her skirts again!]
I did promise Master Won that if I lost, I would do everything within my power to discern the realm's secrets from this side of things, should my consciousness persist.
[and it is persisting, so. well. she is here]