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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[tensecondsahead]

[Behind Laine, a stick snaps. Then there's silence.]

Catch it. Quickly.

[Laine says, loudly.]

[pulsecannon]

What do you think I'm trying to do?

[ Time to get up and try to leap at their gorilla child as it starts to climb up the tree ]

[tensecondsahead]

[He listens, for a long moment. Breathes. Something isn't right.]

Are you armed? [He asks, and continues walking over towards Cater's chaotic attempt at catching the gorilla.]

[pulsecannon]

[ She's scrambling up after the gorilla. Trying to figure out where to even place her hands and feet to haul on up. It's really good Laine can't see shit because this is awkward in a skirt. ]

Huh? No. I'm not.

[ She wishes she had her pistol. ]

Why? Is something out there?

[tensecondsahead]

I think so. [He's unarmed as well. He needs to get his hands on a knife.]

1/2

[pulsecannon]

I can probably get a look around once I'm up this tree- hey stay put you!

[ She's yelling at the baby again, but it seems to finally settle on a branch a bit higher up. It seems to be hearing something as well because it's looking around. ]

Almost...

[ Finally reaching the branch and pulling herself up. ]

There! Now let's see...

[pulsecannon]

[ Both her and the gorilla see the movement of something slinking. Then the spots come into focus before the eyes and teeth. ]

Oh shit! I see a Coeurl!

[tensecondsahead]

A what? [Laine reaches out, feeling for some kind of weapon he can use. A big stick would be better than nothing.]

Where is it?

[pulsecannon]

[ Their child is watching the movement with interest. Then pointing towards the form while bouncing from foot to foot. Someone is excited about the newest addition. ]

Arg. I don't know what it's called here! It's um... walks on four legs! Has a tail, pointy ears, teeth, and claws. It's... oh! Like a cat! It's more than a dozen feet behind you. I think it's watching the baby more?

[ The eyes seem to be watching up the tree, but she can't be too sure. ]

[tensecondsahead]

How big is it? [He's still fumbling a little bit, but he's found a big stick and is turning to face where the "Coeurl" probably is.

He doesn't think he has to tell her to keep the baby safe.]

[pulsecannon]

[ You mean she can't yeet the gorilla at the big cat that might want to eat them?

It's honestly crossing her mind, but she also knows this part of this week's mission. ]

Well...for a coeurl it's kind of small. It might be the same size of a short person.

[tensecondsahead]

[Okay. Big, but not as big as him. Big enough to be a problem, especially with teeth and claws and killing intent.]

Hey! Coerul! [He swings his stick in front of him, making a lot of noise. The options here are scare it off or fight it, and Laine isn't optimistic about his chances in a fight right now.]