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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[siblingless]

arrival:

[Well, that sure did suck.

Whenever Yoshizawa finally steps out of the room, it will be easy enough to tell she's been crying. She rubs at her eyes as she wanders around the house, sniffling every now and then as she examines every nook and cranny of her new crib. Presumably, it will not take long for her to run into one of her new housemates. And when she does, she reacts — well. Not unpleasantly, but she is definitely gasping and covering her mouth with one hand as if she just saw a ghost. Which, technically? She did?]

Oh! You're... [Someone. Hello. It's been a while. She trails off before saying the name, whoever it is that she ran into. But, after a beat, all color drains from her face.] ... Oh, no. Please, tell me. Am I the only one who has just arrived?

[She seems extremely concerned for some reason. Someone catch her up on the weekend, thanks.]

wildcard:

[Once someone has caught her up, Yoshizawa can be found pretty much anywhere! Come up with your own scenario or hmu for memshare shenanigans. You can run at me on discord or plurk if you want to hash anything out.]

arrival

[pulsecannon]

[ She'll find Cater rushing towards her in a cat Kigu. Putting a hand on her chest as soon as she stops before she points to her. ]

You could have waited until I showed up to greet you. [ Crossing her arms as she scans her carefully. ] It's Cater. [ Her tone softens at that. She knows it's probably shitty dying and waking in a strange room. ]

[siblingless]

Ah— Cater-san. [She bows, quickly and politely! Still sniffling, though.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply I had forgotten your name. I'm just, um... a little bit shocked.

[pulsecannon]

It's fine. You've went through quite a bit on Thursday.

[siblingless]

Mm... I guess. [She says, having lost an eye and her life in less than 24 hours.] Are you all of aware of what happens on the other side?

[tensecondsahead]

Shiro should have arrived too. [Laine says, to that panicked question.]

There wasn't an execution this week, for some reason.

[siblingless]

[Ah. She definitely looks sad when she hears Shiro is here, too, but.]

There wasn't...?

[A pause.

Someone please save Laine, because he now has to deal with the fact that Yoshizawa is tearing the fuck up. She covers her mouth with both hands, tears rolling down her face before she ducks her head. Is she sad that her murderer got away with it? Distraught that she can't give them one final fuck you? Well.]

I... I'm... I'm so happy!

[tensecondsahead]

[Oh, that's weird. But somehow, not unexpected. The murder sounded brutal, but things are rarely straightforward here.]

Are you? [He reaches out and pats her gently on the head.]

It must have been a complicated situation, but it's all right now.

[siblingless]

I am. Truly and honestly, I'm so happy.

[She wipes at her eyes, accepting these headpats. Thanks, Laine.]

Um... My nova was splintering, so I... [Something sure did happen. But she shakes her head, moving on.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying. Is everyone else here? Are they alright?

[lionson]

[Well. Shiro is probably going to run into her, since they're both arriving at the same time.]

Hey, it's okay now. It's all done and over with, yeah?

[He's assuming she's still in a panic from her death.]

As far as I know, it's just you and me who're new here. They voted out the guy who killed me, but he didn't die.

[siblingless]

[Her obvious concern aside, it... doesn't actually seem like she's panicking?]

He didn't...? [She. Looks visibly relieved, but there is no good way to tell someone and you're glad their murderer wasn't executed, so she doesn't.] I'm sorry this happened to you, Fujimoto-san. Are you feeling alright?

[lionson]

It's gonna take a while to forget about how I died, but I guess it could be worse. This isn't quite the 'eternal torment' I was expecting to see.

What about you?

[He sees no panic, so he's assuming her death was a quick one.]

[siblingless]

I'm okay. It's just, um... the shock. I knew the dead were able to send messages, but I... I didn't expect to wake up at all.

[yamantaka]

You're not the only who showed up here this week.

[ he offers her a smile ]

Though, it's a shame to see you again like this~

[siblingless]

Shima-san...

[She suddenly looks very, very sad. Rubbing at her face, she dips down to offer him a bow.]

I'm so, so sorry! I couldn't keep my promise to you.

[yamantaka]

Huh? Whaddya mean by that?

[siblingless]

You asked me to watch over Kamiki-san, and I couldn't do it.

some time after arrival

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano does the thing where he lets everybody else explain things and get her caught up, and then comes trotting up to Yoshizawa, stops short in front of her, and points emphatically at the ground at her feet. ]

[siblingless]

[she

looks at the ground at her feet

?????????????]

[suddenlybees]

[ I

can't actually remember where I was going with this. So Kano does that thing where he flicks the tip of her nose when she's looking down and is distracted. ]

[siblingless]

[






GASPS.]

Kano-san...!

[She sounds so betrayed.]

wildcard b/c i wanna do some memory sharing

[maidforservice]

[ANYWAY, on a day after the plot meeting on Monday, Sharon is bustling around the mansion. . . cleaning! she is, like. making sure everything is SPARKLING and the house is NEAT AND ORDERLY like a GOOD MAID]

[Sumi can find her waving a duster at some memory bubbles floating around, though. she isn't popping one yet, but she's trying to, like. wave it. . . away]

Goodness, is there any way to safely get rid of these?

[siblingless]

[Memory bubbles, begone. Sumire takes a step back when one comes too close to her, staring at it with wide eyes.]

Um... What if we use a container to carry them outside?

[maidforservice]

A container?

[stops swatting at the memory bubble and now looks thoughtful. hm]

What sort of container?

[siblingless]

... Do we have to-go containers here as well?

[Are the bubbles even small enough to fit inside? A mystery.]