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]

[. . . ?]

I cannot say. . . why do you ask?

[lionson]

Nothing big. Just some unexplained stuff from last week. I kept hyper-focusing on something to the point where it distracted me from even sleeping sometimes, and now that I'm not feeling the same way anymore I kinda wonder if someone was being a dick to me.

[maidforservice]

[Shiro's plaque: REMOVED FOR SOMEONE BEING A DICK TO HIM]

[blinks a few times, brow furrowed]

If I might ask, what happened to you last week?

[lionson]

[If he's being cagey, it's because he's disappointed in himself for falling for this so easily and not stopping to think rationally.]

It was like...okay, so I knew that people were being asked to kill others. And before last week, I was thinking to myself "It's really unfair to ask this of people who might not be emotionally prepared to kill. I should volunteer for it." And I was gonna talk to Wolf about it. But then last Monday those thoughts got ramped up to like a thousand. It became "It's going to happen again. Some kid is going to have to murder again." And that felt wrong.

So I thought that maybe if I found out who was going to be put up for a Leader-hit next, I could just take care of it before anyone else had to. And I should've just talked to the Leaders about it but...I dunno. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And when I thought 'maybe Emet's next?' that suddenly became 'it's absolutely Emet, kill him.' And I think I didn't sleep any of Wednesday night because those thoughts wouldn't go away.

And I know, I should've just talked to someone, but it really wore me down okay? It felt like I had to be the one to do it, with no help from anyone else. So only I would take the blame for it.

[maidforservice]

. . . [that's]

[definitely unnatural]

Do you believe someone targeted you with an ill-intentioned paranoia effect. . .?

[lionson]

I won't lie and say I'm not a paranoid person, but I have people here I trust and I'd like to think that if I was in my right mind I would go talk to them about it first.

[maidforservice]

[a]

[somewhat apologetic smile]

And yet, during the trial, everyone was saying--

[. . . well. no. nevermind. she's not going there. she bows deeply]

You have my condolences, Master Shiro.

[lionson]

What was everyone saying at the trial?

[NOW he's curious.]

[maidforservice]

[. . . . . .]

They were quite insistent on catching Lady Sumire's killer, and not yours, since it seemed that whomever had killed you had done so in self-defense.

[she says that evenly, with hands folded in front of herself]

[lionson]

[Ah.]

I can't even be mad about that, you know. If I had been there I would've done the same thing.

We should probably keep an eye out for Emet anyway. I think me attacking him broke something in him. I wouldn't be surprised if he sends someone else our way later.

[maidforservice]

[haha. . . ! she says nothing to that first statement, just nodding a bit]

I'm not quite certain what it was that saved Master Emet-Selch, either. Fox was unable to give me a response. But I suppose. . . in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter.

[lionson]

It could've been an item too, yeah? I've got one that turns people into toads.

[maidforservice]

[lmao]

Oh my! That seems quite useful. I wonder if it will work on someone on the other side?

[lionson]

We can try it, I guess. It's got three uses.

[maidforservice]

[PLEASE I WANT TO TURN SOMEONE ALIVE INTO A FROG AND THEM NOT KNOWING WHY]

[her eyes seem to gleam]

May I suggest a few potential candidates?

[lionson]

Who do you have in mind?

[maidforservice]

Master Won.

[FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN SHE'D THINK IT REALLY FUCKING FUNNY]

Otherwise, Master Hansa or Master Emet-Selch. ♥

[. . . maybe she is feeling Some Kinda Way over how things went down there]

[lionson]

I'm supposed to be forgiving Emet for my murder, turning him into a toad isn't very forgiving.

[Even if it's tempting.]

Why Soo-won or Hansa, though?

[maidforservice]

[heehee. . .]

No wonder you're a priest.

[she sounds amused]

There's no particular reason for Master Hansa-- [that she is willing to say aloud] -- but I just believe Master Won would take it in stride. ♥

[lionson]

That sounds like the two of you have a history.

[maidforservice]

Oh. . .? I suppose that's right, you wouldn't know.

Master Won is the reason I am here in the first place. ♥

[lionson]

...THAT'S the guy who killed you?

[Wow they were tripping all over themselves that week too.]

[maidforservice]

[THEY WERE SO CLOSE AND THEN NOT SO CLOSE?? not that Sharon knows, she didn't get to watch her trial]

That's correct. Though I hold no ill-will against him.

It was I who put him in that difficult position in the first place.

[similar to Shiro and Emet-Selch, actually. . .! . . . which may be why she felt some kind of way about all the "we don't care about Shiro's killer since it seemed to be done in self-defense" talk at trial this weekend]

[lionson]

[Oh. Hm.]

Why'd you do it?

[No judgement, he's just curious to hear her reasoning.]

[maidforservice]

[folding her hands together again primly]

There are certain people in this world I would selfishly do anything for, Master Shiro.

[. . .]

Including take a life. Especially when doing so can return my lost memories of them.