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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[suddenlybees]

Aw, you really don't give me enough credit! I can pull non-petty pranks too~

[laid]

Who are you going to send letters to, Kano?

[JUST MOVING ON.]

[suddenlybees]

Ohh, what an embarrassing question~ Do I really got to say?

[laid]

[SIGHS.]

You don't have to, no. I'm not forcing anyone to collaborate.

[suddenlybees]

That's what I thought. Anyways, why Hikaru and Claude?

[laid]

[Part of him wants to refuse to explain because two can play at that game, but unfortunate he has to be an adult and not sink to Kano's level.]

Because I want them to know I'm still trying to help.
[They're his favorites.]

[suddenlybees]

Aw, cute.

[ Same reason why he wrote to who he wrote to, even though it should have been Elsa. ]

They'll feel sappy and loved and then what? Will people listen to them?

[laid]

I think they're both competent and well spoken enough to communicate whatever information I'm able to relay.

[Boy don't test me.]

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano just sort of

laughs hollowly.

I'm so sorry about his continued opinion of Hikaru. ]

[laid]

[It's fine, Schwann doesn't know. Yet.]

And what exactly is it that you find funny?

[suddenlybees]

She sure does what she thinks is best, doesn't she? Really, how can I fault her for that?

[ Just doing things! without telling the person involved!! competent and well spoken, his ass. ]

[laid]

[God.]

There's no judgement on her part involved in simply relaying information, Kano.

[suddenlybees]

Yeah there is. Me. I'm judging her.

[laid]

... You know she didn't mean to hurt you.

[suddenlybees]

No one ever does. They cry and apologize and think that absolves them.

[laid]

[He thinks back to when Hikaru told him what she did. What she asked him.]

She doesn't think that.

[suddenlybees]

Yeah, then what?

[laid]

... What do you want me to say, Kano?

[suddenlybees]

That you'll let me write your letter to Hikaru.

[laid]

Kano.

[PLEASE...]

[suddenlybees]

[ With all the innocence he can muster, which is maybe not very much: ]

Yes?

[laid]

... Are you going to write what I ask you to write or are you going to write whatever you feel like writing?

[suddenlybees]

Haha, you really don't trust me, do you? At least have some trust for these other guys here— don'tcha think they'd proofread before letting me send it off?

[laid]

I want to trust you.
[He doesn't, really. But he's trying.]

... If you'll show it to someone else, you can write it for me.

[suddenlybees]

[ Obligatory trust....... ]

Deal. You can't see, but I'm, like, holding my hand out.