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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Comments

[laid]

[Schwann looks pretty out of it one way or another, waking up in a weird mystery house after dying it weird but not being able to see it is even weirder! On the other hand this isn't the first time he's woken up after dying so y'know, sure. Why not.]

So you're saying that in order to undo all the killing that's been happening, they have to keep killing people?
[THIS SEEMS.... BACKWARDS.]

I don't have any new information to share, but I'm on Goat's team.

[maidforservice]

[Sharon is actually delivering him a cup of tea personally, taking his wrist in one of her hands and placing it against his palm so he knows what he's taking. WHAT A MONDAY]

So it seems. It is rather gruesome, isn't it. . .?

[and yet, she doesn't seem fazed]

If it is not obvious from my source, I am a loyal agent of Master Fox. Heehee, though they have long since requested I drop the "master."

[laid]

[SHARON... THAT'S SO SWEET. He thanks her in that quiet offhand way you do when someone gives you food, you know the way. He'll be quiet for a moment, trying to decide what to think of Sharon, who he can only vaguely remember that he definitely knows. It really depends on what actually transpired back then. The didn't figure out how either her or Cater had died, he remembers that much.]

None of the leaders seem keen on that sort of familiarity. Did he say whether we're allowed to disclose the teams of the living here? I know one other person's team, but I don't know if disclosing it here would do more harm than good.

[maidforservice]

[hmm. . .]

Fox did not specify. They only said that sharing teams should not be an issue over here, as it is only a rule on the other side.

[laid]

[Makes sense!]

Then I can say that Claude is on Fox's team as well.

[maidforservice]

[. . . a nod! a teammate]

What are the chances of him moving to kill, should he find out these conditions himself?

[laid]

[Hmmmm.]

He's a hard man to get a proper read on. But I think he's the sort ready to do whatever he thinks is necessary to get to where he needs to be.
[So high, probably.]

[tensecondsahead]

... really? Then that's something we have in common.

[laid]

They're a reliable one, don't you think?

[HE'S FOND OF GOAT.]

[tensecondsahead]

I'll be honest I haven't really talked to them. [He does not trust anyone the leaders very much.]

Maybe I should try that next time they're around.

[laid]

[Nods.]

I spoke with them a fair bit. They're a bit... unambitious, but I don't think they're a bad person. They're happy to help if you ask them to.
[They seemed sad and directionless and Schwann can unfortunately vibe with that.]

[suddenlybees]

Hey... doesn't that mean Goat's in trouble?

[ AT LEAST THREE OF THEIR TEAMMATES ARE DEAD?? somebody save Goat ]

[laid]

Does it?

[WHOS THE THIRD, SCHWANN KNOWS NOTHING.]

[suddenlybees]

[ IT'S KANO..... ]

It's in the rules... Goat becomes all mortal and stuff if too many members die, and they're always around on pass-out nights, yeah?

[maidforservice]

[uh oh]

Do we know how many members were on each team originally?

[tensecondsahead]

... are you on Goat's team too?

[suddenlybees]

Haha, yeah.

[ Yeah!!!!!! if somebody targets Goat I will murder them myself ]

[pulsecannon]

Hey, wait! You do have something you can share. Can you even remember who the heck killed you?

[laid]

[Ah, that.]

I didn't think it was relevant to the discussion at hand, but I do remember. Did you want to know?

[SPILL THE BEANS, OLD MAN.]

[maidforservice]

[aha]

[HER THEORY]

. . . was it Miss Ange, Master Schwann?

[laid]

[Ah.]

... It was, with Dorothy's help. Are you able to watch some of the going on here?
[He doesn't know how this place works.]

[maidforservice]

[ah. she thought as much. Dorothy's prints, and gloves that fit Ange. . . that's when she knew]

Yes, we are. There's a room that shows us scenes of the living, though they revert to normal drawings on Thursdays.

I had a feeling Miss Ange was hiding quite a few secrets of her own.

[pulsecannon]

Well, it's fine if you don't share because Sharon will share her thoughts then.

[ Sharon > Raven ]

But it might save her the trouble, so you might as well spill the deets.

[laid]

[Ah yes, this one didn't think much of him, he vaguely recalls.]

As you say, then.

[pulsecannon]

[ ... ]

Well?