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GRAVEYARD
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 3
[Once he works out that the front door does in fact go to an outdoors place, Schwann's out and about. Should he be? Probably not. He cannot see. This is stupid. He won't stray far, most of the time. Usually if you spot him outside he's swinging around a big stick like it's a sword (a full length one, not the weird sword bow he has), probably practicing? Why doesn't he just use the weapon he has.
ALTERNATIVELY, he might risk wading into the river, but with its uneven depth, he's inevitably going to fall in? Oh no.]
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[When he's inside, however, he spends most of his time languishing around the house. Sitting on the couch or on the floor of the observation room, listening to the goings on in the living side. Nosing around the kitchen trying to find something that smells edible. Sleeping a lot. Just major depression vibes. Anyone who didn't really run into Schwann but remember Raven will be struck by how much gloomier her comes off.]
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Are ya winning?
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Schwann doesn't reply immediately, completing whatever practiced series of motions he's in the middle of before stopping to look... vaguely in Shima's direction? Close enough.]
Are you unfamiliar with the concept of form practice?
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[ what's practicing? ]
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[Reflexively, he twists the stick in his hands and puts it to his side as if sheathing a sword, and then frowns at himself as he remembers it's just a stick and also he doesn't even have a sheath.]
I figured it was something I could do even in this state.
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[He just doesn't think about it in those terms.]
Visualizing an enemy is just so that you swing properly.
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Making sure your form is right?
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It's also a good exercise. For both the body and mind. Mental discipline, you know.
[Looking pointedly at.... well, maybe a tree over Shima's shoulder? He's doing his best.
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[But he'll relent.]
What exactly was it that made you decide to act on Thursday?
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And I wanted to protect Izumo-chan.
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Something you're used to?
[What is with all these children that have killed and will kill again.]
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inside
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No unfortunately Schwann is a much lighter sleeper than Raven so Kano maybe gets the head and half a wing on there before history repeats itself and Schwann wakes up to grab his wrist. His grip is a lot firmer this time. It's almost painful actually!]
I see you haven't learned anything in your time here.
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Kano would much rather have the old Raven back, but it doesn't look like he's learned anything— he doesn't react to having his wrist grabbed either, as if he can't feel it. ]
Haha~ How'd you know it was me and not, like... Cater?
[ Actually there's very few people here who would do this, maybe it was just a 50:50 on him and Cater ]
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Anyway if he's honest Schwann didn't 100% know it was Kano, just strongly suspected. Because yeah, he doesn't think the others would do such a thing. Regardless, as soon as Kano speaks, it's confirmed.]
Call it intuition.
[He does let Kano's hand go as he sits up, at least.]
Sit down, Kano. We should talk.
[This isn't a request it's a command.]
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Eh... Do we really have to? I'm, like, super shy and am no good at talking, see?
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Sometimes things are hard because they are necessary. I believe I have been unfair to you in the past and would like to understand better what happened.
[He can't remember properly, can't remember what he, what "Raven" said, but he dimly remembers Hikaru scolding him for it.]
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Ehh, no.
[ Oh no. Nononono not this sort of talk. ]
Everybody's been, like, super fair to me? There's nothing to understand. Let's just not understand and leave it at that.
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Super fair, huh? Falsely executing someone is fair, now? Well, he can see where that sort of logic would come from, but after that "removal" he's not sure he buys it.]
I'd like to. But you're the one who came over here to bother me. [Also he thinks Hikaru would want him to try a little harder. But he won't say that.]
There's nothing fair about dying the way you did.
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[ It's not like he wanted to talk? The plan was to draw and run but now he has his wrist trapped and nothing to cut his arm off with. ]
Anyways, I've had this conversation plenty of times! It was super fair, what happened, after what I did. We really can't just leave it at that?
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Tell me what was it that you did, exactly?
[SINCE HE... DIDN'T KILL ANYONE?]
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Uhhhhh... like... existed?
[ And that is a crime enough to warrant execution, maybe ]
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And who told you it was a crime for you to exist?
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cw: suicide ideation I keep forgetting to put these
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