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 4

[tensecondsahead]

exploring
[Laine is going to spend at least a couple hours poking around the house, like he's never seen it before, or something. He's also... collecting the lemons that someone left in all the rooms last week.

Once that's done, it's time for an investigation of the new area. The sheriff's office gets Laine's attention, of course, and he'll poke around there for a while. But there are other places to investigate, so you can find him anywhere.]

bang bang bang
["You can find him anywhere" includes at the gun range, where he's... trying. He's going to figure this out. He has no idea what he's doing in any capacity, from loading the gun to firing to aiming.

Anyone feel like helping a space cop out?]

memshare in a memloss game
[This is really just an add-on to the other prompts. Those memory bubbles are everywhere! Pop one of his, have him pop one of yours, let's go! If you have a particular theme or concept you want to see, let me know (space cop nonsense, interactions with the series protag, important character development plot beats, something stupid...).]

MEMSHARE MEMSHARE plus exploring

[lionson]

What's with all the lemons?

[Yep. he's coming across Laine while he is on lemon hunt.]

[tensecondsahead]

... if I say "Kano" is that enough of an explanation?

[lionson]

It's enough of one, yeah.

I haven't seen that kid around, by the way. Where is he?

[tensecondsahead]

I'm pretty sure he only shows up when you least expect him.

How are you doing?

[lionson]

I'll be sure not to expect him, then. I still need to see him.

[He grins.]

I'm fine. I failed to set you up with a hot horse-mentor, though. My bad.

[tensecondsahead]

You failed to set us up with anyone, somehow. [No one died from that execution what the heck.]

But I don't think anyone here is going to complain about you joining us.

bang bang bang

[yamantaka]

[ because. i'm terrible ]

Oh, trying to learn?

[ maybe he should learn from someone experience-- ]

[tensecondsahead]

Are you offering to teach me? I know you're qualified.

[yamantaka]

Would you want to learn from me?

[tensecondsahead]

Like I said, you're qualified. [He's smiling like this is a little bit of a joke.]

I promise I won't shoot you in the back.

[yamantaka]

Well, I would deserve it!

[ but he says that as he walks up and takes a look at what he has ]

I guess a good starting place would be, what do you actually know?

[tensecondsahead]

Basically nothing, actually.

bang bang

[suddenlybees]

Oh, hm.

[ How're you doing there, Laine? Kano keeps his hands shoved inside his hoodie pockets while he watches the shooting practice go down, but eventually he pulls an apple out of his pocket and trots over to a wooden target and very carefully balances it on top. ]

There you go! Now you'll be able to hit it!

[tensecondsahead]

[It's a good thing that by this point Shima has taught him to load and fire a gun.]

Hit the target or the fruit?

[suddenlybees]

Ah, well, it's the fruit, right? You aim for the target and hit the fruit!

[tensecondsahead]

Oh, is that how it works? [Laine's going to take aim and....

his shot just kind of grazes the target. Nowhere near the fruit.]

Ugh.

[suddenlybees]

A little bit higher... And have you, like, tried taking off the eye patch?

[ Little adjustments here and there and he'll get it eventually ]

[tensecondsahead]

... do you think I have an eye under this eyepatch?

MEMSHARE MEMSHARE

[maidforservice]

[she can't help a space cop out she doesn't know jack shit about guns?? I'm sorry. technology in her world is weird. she's a bad assassin]

[but she does watch Laine mess with the firearms a bit, before she reaches out to poke at one of the memory bubbles that JUST SO HAPPENS to be hovering nearby. she doesn't pop it quite yet, though]

These seem rather ominous, don't they?

rises from the dead

[tensecondsahead]

They do. But what's the worst that can happen? [Are they going to die again? Unlikely.

Laine reaches out and pops a bubble. And then, suddenly, there's a flash of a memory. It's not much, just a conversation heard over radios.]

[maidforservice]

[that]

[gets Sharon to jerk back in surprise, her normally calm expression slackening for a moment. but once it settles in. . . she smiles]

My!

You're quite adept at playing matchmaker, aren't you?

[tensecondsahead]

[Laine doesn't flinch, doesn't even look surprised.

He laughs, a little, and shakes his head while looking fond.]

Those two need all the help they can get. They're good kids, and they like each other, but Misuzu doesn't know how to show it, and Chuuta's more than a little impulsive.

[maidforservice]

Heehee. . . for types like that, a little nudge is really all they need.

[oh dear, she sounds like she's speaking from experience!!]

[tensecondsahead]

Oh? Were you that type?