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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[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.

[laid]

... How was the trial, then?
[He doesn't THINK Ange or Dorothy are here but who knows maybe they've just been quiet? Surely Laine isn't the one who was executed that makes no sense.]

I believe Dorothy put something in my drink, but it didn't have the desired effect of knocking me out completely. But as soon as the rest of the people in the pub fell asleep, I understood the situation. Ange arrived at the pub shortly after.

[maidforservice]

[mmmm. . .]

Master Shima was captured for being involved in Master Laine's death. At the end, he claimed he did so because Master Lain's nova was "splintering" and he needed to be removed.

[a pause]

As for Miss Dorothy and Miss Ange, Miss Dorothy's fingerprints were found on a mug next to yours. There were gloves that fit Miss Ange covered in blood found at the swamp as well. That is when I knew, but it seemed as though most people believed Miss Dorothy solely responsible for your death.

[she doesn't know what has happened since then, though]

[laid]

[Well!!! Good??? He guesses????]

Well, then I suppose I am glad things happened the way they did and no one innocent had to die.

[A beat.]

Even if they had uncovered Ange, someone who took an unwilling life seems more deserving of the vote than her.
[Haha.]

[maidforservice]

[u m]

. . .

Master Schwann.

[just STARING at him now, not that he can. tell]

[laid]

[He can Feel it.]

What would you have had me done instead?
[Fight back and kill Ange? As if.]

[maidforservice]

I'm not certain.

[but even so. . .!]

But did you truly have no reason to fight back, even the slightest?

[laid]

... Maybe in another situation. But My body already felt heavy, even if I hadn't passed out yet. And having these memories I can only half remember, that rightly belong to someone else...

[Sighs.]
I'm tired. It just didn't seem worth it. Ange tried to do it in the way I requested, but my blade wasn't able to break through my heart. I passed out before she could end things, so honestly I don't know what she ended up doing.

[maidforservice]

[. . . . . . . . FROWNS!! A LOT!!!!]

[then reaches over to flick his forehead. gently!! it won't hurt, but. FLICK]

[laid]

[It still takes him completely by surprise, since y'know. So he yelps mostly because of that.

But he has no counterargument so he just sort of sighs like "that's fair."]

[maidforservice]

[SHE HAS NOTHING ELSE TO SAY SHE JUST NEEDED TO EXPRESS HER DISAPPROVAL :/]

At any rate. . . I suspected there was must more to Miss Ange than she was letting us see.

[laid]

[Nodding.]
Her demeanor was completely different.

[A beat.]
... I suppose now her uncertainty at being able to be friends with a princess makes more sense now.

[maidforservice]

[. . . hm]

Oh? I had no idea Miss Ange was acquainted with royalty.

[laid]

Mm. She said a princess went to her school and she was too shy to talk to her.

[....]
Of course, that could have all been lies, too.

[pulsecannon]

Was it because they were girls?

[laid]

[CATER... So little faith.]

No. I was just not willing to take the life of someone so young just to save a life I'm not that attached to.

[pulsecannon]

[ look all she knows of him is that he's
1) old
2) was a perv ]

Well, that's better.

[ She would have been mad if he was trying to go easy on girls or something ]

That's also stupid. I'm sure someone out there is upset you don't value your life.

[laid]

[Listen that was Raven he sucks it's Schwann Time now babey.]

... I'm sure you're right.
[In the distance, Hikaru and Claude noises.]

They can be angry with me all they like if we manage to get out of here.
[At it stands right now they don't know and maybe he'll never have to face them again!!!]

[pulsecannon]

I'll be sure to let them know that then.

[ Cater will remember this. ]

[laid]

[A look of surprise passes over his face as if he only now realized that he could get away with them not knowing how things went down as long as no one told on him.

But now, that choice he didn't know he has is being snatched away!]

... Cater?
[Said with the same tone as please?]

[pulsecannon]

[ Look, he just said they can get mad at him later. ]

What? Got a problem?

[laid]

[He didn't think he had another choice!!! He wasn't at trial he figured it was obvious he didn't fight back!!!]

If they don't already know, there's no reason to tell them.

[pulsecannon]

There's no take backs. You just said they can get mad at you later for it.

[laid]

I wish I knew what I did to offend you so badly.

[PLS NO BULLY HE DOESN'T REMEMBER BEING A WEIRD OLD PERVERT.]