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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[retellers]

[ to the kitchen!

they will follow along. ]

[maidforservice]

[she will immediately go for the tea pot to start working up some tea!!]

I'd like to start simple: might I ask where the other Leaders are currently?

[why is only Tiger here??]

[retellers]

Rabbit, Wolf, and Fox are in the town. The other two are in the castle.

[maidforservice]

[a nod]

Will they all be paying us a visit as well in the future?

[retellers]

Yeah. You can still ask for them to visit, there's a room somewhere here for that. We just can't have too many of us coming and going at once.

[maidforservice]

I see. Why is that?

[she has the kettle boiling on the stove, so she just needs to wait for the tea to steep afterwards and it'll be done!!]

[retellers]

The path to this place isn't really stable. If too many of us try to cross it, it might break, and then none of us will be able to get here.

So like, one at a time and every once in a while when you summon us is fine, but too often is potentially bad.

[maidforservice]

. . . [hm]

I suppose that means it is too dangerous for us to attempt to traverse the same path to go back, yes?

[retellers]

Well, you can't. You're dead.

[maidforservice]

[STOP SAYING SHE'S DEAD :/ SHE'S NOT!!!]

I certainly don't feel dead.

[but. that's not a point to argue]

Nevertheless, I thought I might ask.

[retellers]

Any other questions?

[maidforservice]

Oh dear, you seem a bit impatient with me. Unfortunately, I intend on keeping you for quite a while.

[aka yes she has many many questions!!!]

Do you know where we are in the first place?

[retellers]

A separate dimension from where you were before. Or something.

[maidforservice]

And that's all you know about this house?

[looking around as she talks, curiously taking in the pristine white surroundings]

[retellers]

What, were you expecting me to give the history of the place?

[maidforservice]

To put it simply, yes.

[then again. . . they don't have memories, so. . .]

But perhaps that was a bit naive of me.

[retellers]

It was, yes.

We just know that this is a place where the removed soul are stored at, since you're unable to keep your form back where everyone else is.

[maidforservice]

. . . I see.

[hmmmm. she has poured herself a cup of tea as well and sips at it thoughtfully]

Is there no way for us to communicate with those still "alive"-- [SHE STILL THINKS SHE'S ALIVE, FOR BETTER OR WORSE] -- while we are here?

[retellers]

As far as I know, no.

[maidforservice]

A shame, though I suppose not surprising.

[hmmmm]

What are we meant to do while we are here, then?

[retellers]

You keep collecting nova. There should be opportunities to do so here, like there were back there.

[maidforservice]

Opportunities similar to the scavenger hunt, and the casino that Miss Ange and I visited?

[. . . hm]

Is there anything else we can do while we are here?

[retellers]

Get drunk?

Honestly, it'll probably work like it did before--things may open as more nova is gathered.