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, TRIAL REACTIONS

[maidforservice]

[Sharon has taken a seat in the room with all the papers to watch WEEK TWO TRIAL, CRAYON VERSION with a cup of tea in her hands. she looks. . . thoughtful]

. . . it seems even now none of us are truly listening to the Leaders' requests not to kill.

[she doesn't sound upset since, you know, she also tried to do a kill. just. . . thoughtful]

[pulsecannon]

[ Squinting at the drawings ]

Makes you wonder if there's more to the reward besides just winning the competition.

[maidforservice]

[smiles a bit mysteriously]

Or that I am not the only one who has lost something they could not bear to lose.

[. . .]

[pulsecannon]

Someone important?

[maidforservice]

[. . .]

[folds her hands primly in her lap]

It's quite possible. It's difficult to say, without knowing who the killer-- or killers-- are.

And the evidence they seem to have is quite chaotic and scattered.

[maidforservice]

[when this happens]

Oh my. Did everyone find blonde hair as evidence last week?

[PLEASE SPARE JEANNE AND ALYSSA THEY DID NOTHING WRONG]

[pulsecannon]

I kind of wish we could see how the hell last trial wen-

[ Wait... looking over at Kano ]

Hey! You were there.

[maidforservice]

[!!!]

[looks over at Kano like ???]

[suddenlybees]

[ KANO WAS PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP ALL DAY TODAY, YOU CAN NOT MAKE HIM TALK ABOUT LAST TRIAL ]

[maidforservice]

[TELL SHARON ABOUT THE TRIAL!!]

[continues to stare at him, unblinking]

[suddenlybees]

[ HIS EYES ARE CLOSED

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (which I originally typoed as aaaaaaaaaa and that would work too)
do not disturb ]

[maidforservice]

[. . . giggles a bit, but. she won't disturb him because she is POLITE]

[pulsecannon]

[ Unlike Sharon, she isn't polite!

She's walking right on over to squeeze his cheeks (face) ]

Hey! Quit lazing around already and talk to us.

[suddenlybees]

[ STOP STOP!!! how is he supposed to say anything with his cheeks squashed like this ]

[pulsecannon]

[ He now looks like a fish. Loosening her hold on his face. ]

Well? Are you awake?

[suddenlybees]

[ bwaahhh ]

I am now!! What did you even want!?

[maidforservice]

[and then this happens!!]

[and there is a pause where Sharon looks thoughtful, and then she. . . smiles a little before lifting a cup of tea to her lips and taking a sip]

Oh dear.

I see. . .

[pulsecannon]

I can't even tell anyone apart at the moment.

[ THESE CRAYON DRAWINGS ]

Weren't a bunch of them partying together that night?

[maidforservice]

Heehee. . . I find the hair color assists me in telling everyone apart.

[another sip of her tea!!]

And I believe that's what someone said earlier.

[pulsecannon]

Then anyone could have drugged him at the party and put whatever cups they wanted next to him, right?

[maidforservice]

[a nod]

Precisely. Others also seem to think it likely that Lady Dorothy was framed.

[. . . hm]

However, I'm not quite certain it's that simple, though I don't believe she killed Master Raven-- [oh. wait. they said he had a different name, right?] . . . Master Schwann?

[pulsecannon]

Maybe she's a really good actress? Wouldn't be the first time...

[ Thinking of her own killer ]

[maidforservice]

. . .

[smiles a little]

I suppose we will just have to ask Master Schwann when he arrives.

[pulsecannon]

Guess we'll see. I'm not going to hold my breath for it though.

[ Since he was drinking...and drugged ]

[maidforservice]

If he doesn't share, then perhaps I'll share my theories with you, Lady Cater.

[a bow of her head]

But until then, I wish to keep them to myself.