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GRAVEYARD
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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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.
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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?
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What about you?
[He sees no panic, so he's assuming her death was a quick one.]
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[A pause, and then.]
...I tried to kill Emet, but he beat me in our fight and he killed me instead.
What happened to you?
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[SIR... She shuffles a bit, rubbing her nose. Gross.]
My, um, nova. It splintered. I helped Carré-san take care of me so I wouldn't become a danger to everyone.
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[HE SOUNDS. REALLY SAD NOW?]
I'm sorry. I've been trying to find a way to stop that from happening, but it wasn't fast enough to help you.
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[Oh, no. Now she looks sad as well. Poor Shiro.]
I'm sorry... I'm not certain there's a way to stop it until we find the root of the problem. From what I understand, one of the leaders becomes aware of the issue on Wednesday and approaches a member of their own team to take care of it.
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Man. I should probably find a way to say 'sorry' to Emet.
[He doesn't sound inclined to do so though. He's also itching at his neck again.]
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[Be a good sport, Shiro. But, also... Hm.]
Is your neck okay...?
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But as for the other part.]
Yeah, it's just itchy. Or the memory is itchy. I had plants growing into me, it was pretty bad.
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I'm sorry. Perhaps there's something we can use to relieve the itching.
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[LOVE YOURSELF, OLD MAN...]
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[Shiro, someone trying to make sure you're fine isn't mothering you.]
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look of surprise and confusion.]
Um... I'm too young to be anybody's mom.
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[...]
Ah well. Like I said, it'll be fine. I'll take a nap later and I'll be all better.
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... As long as you take care of yourself, I won't give you too hard of a time. Do you promise you'll really take that nap?
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[He is absolutely going drinking with Raven, don't @ him]
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Thank you.