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.

NAVIGATION locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories

Comments

[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.

[maidforservice]

[. . .]

I suppose we won't know unless we can ask her directly.

But the best lies are always sprinkled with a bit of truth.

[says the assassin. who knows]