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 3 - exploring but hes blind which sucks

[tensecondsahead]

[Laine wakes up dead, and blind. He drags a hand over his face, reaches to feel his back, finds no injuries. That's... better than he was.

He's going to spend a while just very carefully exploring, a hand tracing along the wall. He's absolutely sniffing everything, like he's trying to memorize how each room smells.

Please help him before he hurts himself.]

[yamantaka]

Catch a whiff of somethin'?

[ shima is making sure to say this right behind laine after keeping his steps as quiet as possible ]

1/2

[tensecondsahead]

[He whirls around, hand grabbing at nothing like he's expecting to be holding a knife and--]

2/2

[tensecondsahead]

That's not funny.

[yamantaka]

Hm, probably not! But it was the only way to know for sure what I think is going on with you.

[ gives him a wave. even though he can't see it ]

[tensecondsahead]

You could also have just asked. [Laine hasn't decided if he's mad at you yet, Shima.]

[yamantaka]

Are ya blind then, Laine-san?

[tensecondsahead]

Unfortunately. I can't tell if that's just something that's happening this week, or if I should be considering blaming you for it.

[yamantaka]

Well, from my perspective, it looks like you have your eye back!

And, if this was because of something I did, then I probably wouldn't be in one piece right now.

[tensecondsahead]

[Well, that answers that.]

So, what gave you away? From what I saw, you'd planned things pretty well.

[laid]

[I'm going to be nice and say they're like halfway down/up the stairs so they don't fall THAT far. Obviously Schwann hears the footsteps of another person, but can't exactly account for how wide the stairs are or how much berth to give the other person, so he tries his best, and instead collides with Laine's shoulder, loses his balance, and grabs the nearest thing to try to steady himself, which is Laine.

Now we fall down the stairs and die like Hydok wants.]

[tensecondsahead]

[Laine yelps, startled, grabbing on to whoever just ran in to him and trying to twist to make sure he's on top of this pile as they go falling in a heap down the stairs.]

[laid]

[You know what, that's just fine because as a knight with no self-preservation, Schwann's instinct is to put himself on the bottom to protect.... whoever this is?

He'll land with a hard thud, his head hitting the floor with a slightly too loud noise, but he's not dead so it's fine probably? He'll be sore later, but it's fine.]

Sorry. Are you alright?

[tensecondsahead]

Yeah, I'm fine. [Laine's getting off of... whoever this is, and feeling carefully around to take his hand in an offer to help him up.]

Sorry about that, are you okay? Thanks for catching me.

[laid]

This was my fault, it's the least I could do.
[Laine's hand will not find another hand at first, in fact the first thing he'll land on is something hard in the chest area? Around where the heart is??

But then his hand will be slapped away before he can investigate, and Schwann sits up with a groan.]
I'm fine.

[tensecondsahead]

[He isn't going to ask questions about that, and he'll let his hand be slapped away.]

That's good. I don't think I could handle being responsible for a murder right now.

[laid]

[How polite of him.]

What... would even happen if we died here?
[DOUBLE GRAVEYARD?]

[tensecondsahead]

I'd say "ask the leaders", but I don't think they'd know either.

[suddenlybees]

[ Why is he sniffing everything... how does that help...

Kano eventually trails behind Laine and places a single lemon in every room that he visits. Now all the rooms will smell nice and lemony! He's helping. ]

[tensecondsahead]

[Just because you can't smell anything doesn't mean he can't smell anything! Actually no, he can't smell anything beyond the normal human range of smell right now. Can he even smell the... single lemon... in each room? Who knows!]

[suddenlybees]

[ Can he feel a single lemon if it gets gently tossed and bonks him on the back of the head? ]

[tensecondsahead]

[Yeah, he can feel that. He flinches, and spins around, grabbing for whatever just hit him. He manages to catch that lemon, after a little fumbling.]

Okay, who's there? [And why are you sneaking up on him he hates this.]

[suddenlybees]

Cater.

[ He says, making no attempt to change his voice. It's been a long time since he's spoken to Laine directly? He doesn't think he has a distinctive voice. ]

[tensecondsahead]

[Process of elimination means this is...]

It's Baron Cater now? Impressive.

[Laine sniffs at the lemon. And then bites in to it like it's an apple.

And it doesn't appear to bother him.]

[suddenlybees]

[ WHY THE FUCK!!!!!! LEMONS ARE BITTER AND SOUR AND I BET KANO DIDN'T EVEN WASH IT ]