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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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[ How're you doing there, Laine? Kano keeps his hands shoved inside his hoodie pockets while he watches the shooting practice go down, but eventually he pulls an apple out of his pocket and trots over to a wooden target and very carefully balances it on top. ]
There you go! Now you'll be able to hit it!
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Hit the target or the fruit?
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his shot just kind of grazes the target. Nowhere near the fruit.]
Ugh.
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[ Little adjustments here and there and he'll get it eventually ]
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[ You're asking way too much of him, Laine ]
cw: eye trauma, medical eye removal, scifi horror
Kano wanted to see Laine's eye trauma stuff, right? He's getting it, in detail.]
[You're restrained, can't move at all no matter how much you want, can't even move your eyes to look away from the sterile white blankness of the ceiling. You're calm, sort of, because you're resigned to this whole thing and the more you tell yourself it's worth it and this has to happen the more you can kind of handle what you know is coming next.
There's a sudden acrid smell and the sharp heat of an injection in the right side of your face, spreading out through the eye and--
it activates. Shit. You're seeing everything, suddenly, the next few minutes in an instant as the eye of foresight sees the future in perfect detail. And then in the next second sees it again. That isn't how the eye is supposed to work, you're used to using it for a split second and then turning it off once you see what's happening next.
Here is what's going to happen. A robotic surgical arm will slide into place over your right eye, cutting blades snapping open and lowering slowly into place, sliding into the socket and twisting until your vision goes out in a sudden snap of overloaded colors.
And you see this over and over again, each vision getting shorter as the time between then and now gets shorter, until it overlaps with what's actually happening.
The only difference is that when it actually happens, you can feel every moment of it.]
[Laine takes a stumbling step back, frowning.]
... well, that's what those do.
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he turns his head and dry heaves.
Ugh!!! ]
...Tell the Realm it can have this one back.
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[Laine's had years to get used to that memory. Kano hasn't.]
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Yeah. Sure. Whew! It's not like I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life, yikes! I wonder if I can get by without sleeping at all, here?
[ He's never lying down and closing his eyes again! ever!!! ]
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If you don't sleep, you'll be a lot more miserable than if you just have nightmares.
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[ He is a daytime napper... Both while alive and in the dead house, he could usually be found curled up on a couch or upstairs bed during the day and wide awake at night. There's a system. ]