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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[lionson]

What I heard was that the reason for some of the deaths was because people's nova was splintering. I have no idea what that actually is, but it's tied to people's memories, and apparently it's a bad thing.

So I thought, if I could find the person who's going to splinter next, then I could kill them before someone else got ordered to.

[laid]

Kinda ended up being a self-fulfilling prophecy, didn't it.
[Womp womp.]

But how'd you track down how was gonna "splinter" next?

[lionson]

Well I knew it was people who were losing their memories fast, so I was paying attention to everyone that week to see who was acting very differently. And after watching for a bit, I figured it was Emet, because he-

[That's where he pauses. And he frowns.]

...I should have asked someone who knew him better. I know him, but it's a cordial friendship. Former-friendship now, whatever.

Why didn't I?

[The question is more to himself there. He's suddenly very confused by his own actions.]

[laid]

[Shrugs!!!]

Wonder if miss Ange figured that out as well then. Given what happened to me.

[lionson]

What happened to you? We never did figure it out.

[laid]

[Haha.]

Ya got close. Dorothy helped by trying ta drug that guy's drink. But she was just helping Ange. Lucky fer them, that guy was pretty amenable to the whole situation.

[Who's Schwann it's definitely not him.]

[lionson]

'that guy'?

[Someone does not know who Schwann is.]

[laid]

...

[Well man he could have just avoided having to explain this if he hadn't distanced himself.]

That week, I forgot meeting the man who made me "Raven," so I only remembered being "Schwann." Yer lucky ya didn't have to meet him.

[lionson]

Ah.

[WHOOPS. Shiro hadn't noticed the change.]

Since you're talking in the past tense, I'm guessing you got your memory back?

[laid]

Yeah, but only just yesterday. We all got an activity ta do last week ta generate some nova, and as a reward we got ta pick an item. Mine let me get back that memory.

[lionson]

That's good, then.

[He's firmly in the camp of 'memories are important.']

Do you guys get activities every week?

[laid]

Dunno, old Raven's just been here the one. You could ask the others who were here the week before.

[lionson]

I guess I will, then.

Is there any booze here? I stole a bunch from the ship but I don't think that came over with me.

[laid]

I don't think the kitchen's any differently stocked here, but the front door'll go out ta the same place as whatever's across the bridge fer the living this week. Maybe it'll have booze this week?

[HE IS ALSO INVESTED IN FINDING OUT.]

[lionson]

Well, we might as well go looking for a bar.

[TO THE WILD WEST?]

[laid]

[TO THE WILD WEST!!]