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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[maidforservice]

[PRESUMING SHARON WAS BUSY IN THE KITCHEN SO THIS IS PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME SHE'S SEEN SUMIRE. . . giving her a very tiny, apologetic smile. whew dying is rough!!]

Oh? I remember last week Fox's icon on my PHS was flashing on Sunday. Why do you ask?

[siblingless]

It was?

[It's fine, Sharon. She smiles back at her, not looking too perturbed by the fact that she's hecking dead.]

If it's the same as it was for the living, I believe I know a way to tell which teams have murdered each week. Supposedly, the animal insignia on your PHS will flash on Sunday if someone from your team has killed that week. Your team's leader will regain important memories as well, if the person I learned this information from is correct. [A beat, and she frowns.] If Fox-san's icon flashed on yours, then... Um... Was it this Sunday, Sharon-san? Or the previous one?

[maidforservice]

[please ask Sharon why she keeps referring to being "dead" and the "living" in quotes, it's definitely because she don't think she's dead!!]

Ah-- [her expression slackens a bit, like pieces are clicking into place] And it was last Sunday that Fox remembered the conditions for "reviving" those of us who are "dead," and it was last Sunday that the icon flashed as well.

As far as I know, my team's icon has only flashed once.

[LOOKING AT SOME OF THEIR OTHER TEAM MEMBERS THO, she needs to ask if theirs has flashed at all too]

[siblingless]

It may be worth asking for everyone's teams, and if they recall seeing something similar as well... Or if they heard of a similar event from another person. That's how I originally learned about this. Swan-san's insignia hasn't flashed even once, and I'm aware of everyone on my team, so...

[Team Swan, get your act together.]

Um... By the way, how many members of Goat-san's team are here? I heard from someone that their team may be in danger of elimination soon.

[maidforservice]

[SWAN GET IT TOGETHER. . .???]

How likely do you think anyone on Master Swan's team will take the initiative to kill to bring you back?

[she hopes that answer is "very likely"]

[but to answer that question--]

There are three members of Goat here, and three members of Fox. We have conveyed to the living to avoid killing members of those teams, if they can.

[she's relieved neither Sumire nor Shiro are Fox because she was prepared to DEFEND THE FOX IF NEEDED]

[siblingless]

... Two of them may do it. But the rest of our team has their hesitations. One of them received a message with a hidden code implying what you just said, and they weren't willing to believe it. Honestly, neither was I until now.

[Which is, haha. Bad.]

If I may, can I write to Sora-san and Taako-san this week? I think I can make them understand what needs to be done.

[maidforservice]

[. . . haha! bad!!! Sharon looks a bit troubled, but. she nods]

You don't need my permission for that, Lady Sumire. [a small smile] I intend to write to Lady Ange and Master Rufus myself.

[siblingless]

[Yeah! Yeah!!! It's fine. She seems to give her a bit of a confused look when she calls her Lady, but...]

Thank you, Sharon-san. [A brief bow!!] ... As far as you're aware, are Carre-san and Wilde-san alright?

[maidforservice]

[a little bow of her own, coupled with a smile]

Yes, they are. They both wrote to me last week, so I feel as though I owe them a reply. ♥

[siblingless]

They can write back to us? [She looks surprised.] Do you know the method? The person I spoke to didn't seem to know you could.

[maidforservice]

[holds up the PHS!]

It's a messaging system. We each only get two per week.

[that. piques her interest, though]

Does that mean not everyone who is alive knows the messaging system exists?

[siblingless]

[A shake of her head.]

I wasn't aware until I was told about a message. And the person I discussed it with never mentioned the possibility of replying to the sender, even after we spoke about the message's meaning in depth.

[maidforservice]

. . . curious.

[taps her cheek thoughtfully]

That's something to bear in mind, then. Perhaps those who have the ability to message us back are on a certain team?

[siblingless]

It's possible... Have only Carré-san and Wilde-san written back to you, and the others on this side?

[maidforservice]

One other person has written to me, but I am not sure who they are.

[STARES INTO THE ABBYS]

Someone who signed their letter. . . "girl vore twin?"

[siblingless]

[...

A beat.]

That sounds like something Taako-san would say, so perhaps... Lup-san?

[She believes in the power of twin brain melding.]

[maidforservice]

[THANKFULLY--]

As the only twin we were aware of, Master Shima sent a reply to Lady Lup. Hopefully we guessed correctly.

[siblingless]

[OH, BLESS. She smiles, a little relieved.]

I hope she got the message. I'll have to remember to thank you all properly for working so hard.

[maidforservice]

. . . [heehee]

I promised Master Won that I would, should consciousness persist after "death."

[a tiny little smile]

It is a promise I intend to keep.

[siblingless]

[...]

Was... Soo-won-san the one who...?

[maidforservice]

Yes, he was.

[simply and without any ill-feelings at all]

But I do not blame him. He was merely defending himself.

[siblingless]

[... She nods, looking a little sad.]

Honestly, I suspected it... but I didn't want to believe it. [Oof.] May I asked what happened?

[maidforservice]

. . . I lost something I could not bear to lose.

[her tone is even while she speaks, perfectly pleasant and polite as she always is]

There are people in this world I would do anything for-- even take a life. The Realm may take what it wishes from me, but. . .

I will not allow it to take those that I love from me.

[no! matter!! what!!!]

[siblingless]

... I see. I can't personally agree, but I understand. I'm sorry, Sharon-san.

[Sympathetically. Poor Sharon...]

[maidforservice]

[a mysterious smile]

I don't ask for agreement, understanding, forgiveness. . . none of those things matter to me, I am afraid.

At any rate, Master Won was not caught. By now I imagine he has confided in others he trusts about what happened.

[and based on this weekend's trial. . . well. anyway]

If it doesn't dredge up painful memories, Lady Sumire. . . may I ask what happened to you?