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

[laid]

[I blame society.]

I knew you were a good kid, deep down.
[What is this backhanded compliment. Anyway he will just take the first one because honestly this is a great bounty to him beggars can't be choosers.]

Feel like if Sharon or Cater catches sight of these they might end up confiscated, though.
[Cater especially.]

[yamantaka]

Would they be so mean as to take away a man's dying wish?

[ yes ]

[laid]

Cater probably would. She's still mad about what happened at the first trial.

[When they almost got to see Dorothy's boobs.]

[yamantaka]

We're just healthy men who made an understandable decision.

[ a missed opportunity ]

[laid]

Yeah. When are we gonna get another chance like that!? A knockout like Dorothy doesn't come along every day!!

[I hate this conversation.]

[yamantaka]

Right?! Who can blame us?

[ everyone. as they should

why are we continuing this ]

[laid]

Exactly! It wasn't like we told her ta do that! It was her own choice!

[Surely they both know this is incorrect logic, right?]

[yamantaka]

Right? We had no say in the matter!

[ this is so incorrect, but before shima can continue, he sees a memory bubble drift by him. he frowns at it, but against his better judgement, he reaches out to touch it.

as he does so, it pops and this memory (until page 28) plays out. ]

[laid]

[Ah. Well that's certainly a mood dampener. But it's good in that it frees Wolf and Caitie.

Raven's quiet for a long moment, but then he just gets this sort of sad, sympathetic look on his face.]

That's the problem with being a double agent, ain't it? Even if ya try to not get attached, you always end up hurtin' people in the end.

[yamantaka]

[ shima's smile gets a little more forced as he sees that. he closes his magazine and puts it back on the table as he stretches more ]

It always seems like you can't help but care about 'em, yeah?

[laid]

I think that's just human nature, kiddo.
[It's natural to care about people. Especially when they're good people.]

... You wanna talk about it?
[All of that.]

[yamantaka]

--You know, that's one of the reasons why I was so excited to become a double agent when asked.

My dad asked me if I'd be prepared to abandon everyone I ever care about and I just said that it's what I'm best at.

[ a beat ]

I still think that, though.

[laid]

[Honestly Raven thinks the fact that his dad apparently got him into this is the most troubling fact here. At least his own father waited til he was fully grown to force him into the military.]

Now why would ya think something like that?

[yamantaka]

Because that wasn't the first time I left them!

[laid]

Oh? Seems ta me like you must've made some pretty strong bonds if they even let ya come back to abandon them a second time. That one boy kept shoutin' after you.

[He's not going to excuse what Shima did but he CAN reframe it.]