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

[yamantaka]

Oh? What was it before?

[maidforservice]

Master Wolf's team consistently claims first place in this competition. I thought that was, perhaps, because people from their team continue to kill.

[but if Shima is Fox, and Fox is in like fifth place this week, thennnnnn oops]

[yamantaka]

Or maybe they're not getting caught...?

[ i mean. i got caught. and then you got killed trying to kill ]

[maidforservice]

[lmao]

. . . that's also a possibility. We don't know Lady Hilda's or Miss Ange's teams, after all. At any rate, I suppose I will shelve that theory for now.

But-- as I said-- it has given me a new one.

[yamantaka]

[ we're not sneaky foxes!! ]

And what is it~?

[maidforservice]

[folds her hands in front of herself with a small, sly smile]

One of my lost memories was returned to me this past Sunday.

I wonder if I have you to thank for that?

[yamantaka]

Hmm, murderers get their team back a memory?

[maidforservice]

[she nods]

Instead of just a memory for themselves, yes?

[yamantaka]

That's quite a bigger incentive for some people, I would say.

[maidforservice]

Yes. It is.

I wonder if it means we will find the body count each week increasing?

[how can she say that so easily]

[yamantaka]

I would hate to get more company here that way.

[maidforservice]

[would she hate it??? . . . hm]

I suppose all we can do is continue to wait and watch. And complete whatever tasks the Leaders ask of us while we are here.

[yamantaka]

Not like we have much else to do!

[maidforservice]

[hahaha don't remind her]

If you ever find yourself bored while you're here, Master Shima, I have a few tasks for you to complete to keep you occupied.

[yamantaka]

Oh, like what?

[maidforservice]

Well, the house is rather large. And while I have no trouble keeping it clean on my own, I can always use assistance.

[suddenlybees]

Huh? Is that why we remember things again? I thought it was 'cause we saved that sea star...

[maidforservice]

Oh?

[a bit surprised]

Did you have a memory returned to you as well?

[suddenlybees]

Yeah. That, and something else, but, you know. Wanna see it? I preserved it in a baggie in the freezer.

[maidforservice]

[IS IT HIS FUCKING ARM]

. . . well, I suppose so. [this is a mistake] Might you lead the way?

[suddenlybees]

[ HOW MANY EXTRA ARMS DO YOU THINK HE HAS he probably has a lot, he would probably have gotten his arm ripped off multiple times across timelines but this isn't the timeline.

Kano digs through the freezer and pulls out a small sandwich bag and inside is a bullet. It is covered in frozen blood and also frozen brain. ]

[maidforservice]

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Oh! Is that what they call. . . a bullet?

[LISTEN MOST GUNS IN ZEMURIA ARE. . . ORBAL MAGIC POWERED. . . BULLETS ARE SUPER RARE]

[suddenlybees]

It's a 100% genuine bullet~!! Pretty neat, huh? Do you want it?

[ HE DOES NOT WANT IT

just like he did not want the arm ]

[maidforservice]

Oh my, I couldn't. But thank you very much for the offer, Mister Baron.

Perhaps we ought to dispose of it entirely?

[BECAUSE IT'S GROSS]

[suddenlybees]

What? No. What if it's important? We gotta be getting these things for a reason, right?

[ His arm was gross but he'd also hung onto it until somebody had the presence of mind to throw it away. ]