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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Comments

[maidforservice]

[. . . draws back as well, reaching out to place a hand against his shoulder]

It is.

. . . but I do not wish for him to believe you are taking advantage of the trust he has in you, either.

[DON'T RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS FOR SHARON, RAVEN]

[laid]

[A little smile.]

I think he's probably plenty mad at me already, so it can't hurt.
[Maybe he will just ignore it!!]

[maidforservice]

[?]

Oh? Why would he be angry with you?

[laid]

He specifically told me not ta die.

[maidforservice]

[. . . I MEAN. . .]

[a light giggle]

I can see why he might be a bit cross, then. [TEASING] But even so.

[laid]

He was real insistent about it. Y'know, after that second trial, he jabbed me with a needle just ta prove a point?

[Now he's just griping. Raven really is back.]

[maidforservice]

My! How very forward of him.

[SHE SEEMS AMUSED]

[laid]

Yeah. He reminds me of the Don, a bit.

[Did Raven tell Sharon about the Don? Oh well.]

[maidforservice]

[HE DID NOT HE ONLY TOLD HER ABOUT HIS SIBLINGS??? because he didn't remember the Don]

Oh? The Don?

[laid]

[He told a lot of people about the Don before he died he can't keep track!! Back home he doesn't have to explain who the Don is at all!!]

Don Whitehorse. When I started working fer him, he game me this name. So when I forgot meeting him, I forgot bein' Raven, I think.

[maidforservice]

[. . . . . . . . .]

[smiles warmly at that, like something deep inside her was pinged. HE PROBABLY HEARD THE STORY BEHIND THE NAME "SHARON" IN THAT PC THEY HAD]

I see. He sounds like a curious man.

[laid]

[I CAN'T WAIT TO LEARN IT.]

He's a stubborn mean bastard. [Raven???] But there ain't anyone alive I respect more than him, I think.

[This is funny because the Don's dead, he just forgot.]

[maidforservice]

[please she is well-versed in the ways of TOUGH LOVE!!]

Heehee, well. . . when we have some time, I would like to hear you tell me even more about him.