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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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Huh? [Looking at Sharon in surprise, while jogging to keep up with the kid. She ain't even bothered.] Young gorillas...? How did that go?
[Just casual conversations while this tiny girl continues to run around. Is... Is she even going somewhere? Where are the pumpkins? They may or may not be going in circles around the graveyard.]
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Yes, young gorillas.
[they were cute!!]
And it could have gone better. Master Raven was hurt while we attempted to save the gorilla from the dangers of the temple, but he healed rather quickly, so I suppose it is of no merit.
[even tho she fussed him a little for it!!]
But the gorillas were rather charming, so I suppose all in all it was worth it.
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[... heal just as quickly, she means to ask. Except she's noticing the small child on top of the mausoleum and gasping.]
Wait! [Nope. There she goes, living her best life. Yoshizawa speeds up in an attempt to catch the kid, but she's already hitting the ground before she gets there — and totally sticking that landing! Nice. This child is now a gymnast.] Ah...
[Slapping a hand over her chest, internally weeping.]
My heart was about to explode...
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[Sharon, on the other hand, doesn't panic at all when the girl makes her leap of faith. she lifts a hand to cover her mouth, stifling a giggle]
You're too kind, Lady Sumire. This child is a bit of a daredevil. . .
[if they could find the pumpkins maybe they could CALM HER DOWN]
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Loudly exhaling, already exhausted.]
Um... We ought to find a pumpkin before she climbs something higher. [Her blood pressure, Sharon... She pauses for a second, though, giving her a curious look.] ... I meant to say this before, but you don't have to call me "lady." I'm sorry if I forgot to introduce myself the day we met.
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Miss Sumire, then. I'm afraid a maid such as myself can't help but be at least a little polite, at all times. ♥
[SHE IS TEASING]
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[Running after that child! What crimes will this child commit now?]
Really, you can just call me Yoshizawa! After all, that's my name.
[Sharon and Yoshizawa may be having different issues in this same conversation. ]
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Oh? I thought you told me your name was Sumire?
[HM. HMMM!!]
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[Said like Sharon didn't finish that sentence.
The child may or may not be trying to juggle the knife with other items now.]
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Sumire? Can you not hear the name I'm saying--
[wait]
[oh dear]
Oh my, it seems our charge has found some gardening shears.
[HELP]
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[Well.
That's happening.
Sumire gasps and runs over to pluck the gardening shears, mid-air. How the fuck did she not slice her fingers off? A mystery.]
I'm sorry, um, would you like to go the kitchen? [Sweating at this now very offended little girl.] I'm sure we can find a pumpkin there!
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Oh, yes!
[claps her hands together]
And not only will we find a pumpkin in the kitchen, but we'll also be able to make some pumpkin-shaped cookies. How does that sound?
[at least the small girl looks intrigued by this sweet-tasting bribe]
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[Nodding along. You go, Sharon!!]
We'll allow you to taste the batter as well. It will be delicious, we promise!
[Sumire forgot it isn't safe to eat raw eggs outside of Japan and so did this child, apparently! After a moment of deliberation, the kid nods — and runs off yelling COOKIES while waving the knife. Hm.
Softly, with feeling:]
... I forgot to take the knife.
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[Sharon watches the child scamper off with an exasperated, amused expression, before she reaches out to pat Sumi's shoulder]
There, there. We'll take it from her when she's distracted by the cookies.
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Does this mean you remembered how to cook, Sharon-san?
[Hm. They should probably go after their charge.]
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I'm afraid I never forgot how to cook in the first place, Miss-- Yoshizawa?
[since for some reason she can't hear SUMIRE]
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[Sometimes, you just can't hear your name. It happens.]
But that day... [Trailing off, gears turning while they shimmy after the little girl — who has covered an impressive distance in a matter of seconds. Damn, child.] Does this mean you were only pretending to have forgotten how to cook?
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Oh dear, here I am, giving away my greatest secrets.
[a light tease!! also she's hiked up her skirt a bit as she runs]
But that's correct. I had lost something else that week. Something-- [. . .] Very important.
I simply didn't wish for people to ask what it was, so I pretended it was cooking.
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Oh...! That explains a few things. [Teagate... resolved.] Um, I won't ask for the specifics. But I hope you were able to recover that "something" in the end.
[In the distance, the child shouts OH-- WHAT'S THIS?
Seems like someone found the gun shop.]
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. . . I did. Though it wasn't as a result of my actions against Master Won that night-- oh.
[oh. oh no]
I think we should pick up the pace. . .!
[TIME TO BOLT TOWARDS THE CHILD AS FAST AS SHE CAN AND TRY TO SCOOP HER UP??? ONLY IF YOSHIZAWA DOESN'T BEAT HER TO IT. she might beat her to it? Yoshizawa is impressive!!]
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What—? [Ah. The moment of realization.] ... Oh, no. H-Hey! Please, hold on!
[IT'S UP FOR DEBATE IF SHE BEATS SHARON OR NOT
but she sure is gunning it to forcibly wrestle a child out of a gun shop. Someone may or may not get shot at this rate.]
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[KYUU ARE WE CHAOTIC ENOUGH TO GET SOMEONE SHOT]
[SERIOUS QUESTION???]
[. . . at any rate!! Sharon does manage to scoop the girl up just as she crosses the threshold of the entrance into the gun shop]
This isn't the kitchen, my dear. ♥
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Good news: Sharon is successful! Bad news: The little girl has acquired a pistol in the time it took them to get here, and now she's waving it around while yelling: THE KITCHEN IS BORING I WANT A GUN!!!
Additional bad news: She keeps moving her arm every time Yoshizawa tries to confiscate the gun. Yoshizawa is now officially sweaty.]
I-I, um— But, the pumpkin! You haven't forgotten about the pumpkin, have you?
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[Sharon lets out a startled noise as she attempts to hold the girl still enough so Yoshizawa can confiscate the gun?? the girl does not seem swayed by promises of pumpkins, either. this is difficult; Alisa was always so susceptible to bribery!!]
And if it isn't the pumpkin that interests you, we have the cookies!
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Yoshizawa manages to grab the kid's wrist — though that does little to help. She starts to kick, hitting Yoshizawa in the chin and twisting her own arm around just enough that in her struggles, she somehow manages to pull the trigger right over Sharon's heart. Uh.
Oops?
Yoshizawa immediately screams in horror, managing to slap the gun out of the kid's hand seconds after this happens. Sorry, Sharon!]
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