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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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[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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[THAT SURE HAPPNED]
[the moment the gun goes off is the moment Sharon drops the poor child, who lands on the groun like a sack of heavy potatoes. the sting of the gunshot wound burns like white-hot iron throughout her body as she stumbles back, features slack with shock and blood beginning to leak out of the wound in her chest]
[. . .]
[but I mean. other than that she looks. . . fine? not pale. not particularly woozy. it hurts, but she doesn't feel like she's about to pass out from blood loss like she did when Soo-Won stabbed her in the back? hmmm]
[. . .]
Oh my. . .
It's going to be rather difficult to clean these garments, now.
[SHARONG????]
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The kid lands on their butt with a soft oof, knife still held in her hand as she glances back at the gun Sumire slapped away, and then at the bloody mess she made out of Sharon. After a beat, the kid pushes herself up
and shouts:
LAST ONE TO THE KITCHEN IS A ROTTEN EGG!!!
She then proceeds to run out of the gun shop like a true gremlin, leaving Sumire behind. Sumire who, right now? Is looking very pale, both of her hands over her mouth as she stares at Sharon.]
S-Sharon-san...! [AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!] Are you okay? What should I do?!
[Nobody informed her you can't double dip into death, wow.]
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Ah-- I suppose first we should make sure it went all the way through.
[Sharon just. turns around?? to show Sumi her back?? and yes there is blood seeping into her dress around her back too because I don't want to deal with the logistics of a bullet still being in her body????]
If it did, then I suppose we should ask Master Goat for some first aid supplies? Hm. . . ♥
[SHE SOUNDS SO. . . NONCHALANT]
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Yeah. Sorry, Shanon. Sumire is just going to go completely and utterly pale, suddenly dizzy when she sees the exit hole. Watching a fellow gymnast dislocate their bones is one thing. This is another.]
A-Ah...
[Slapping her own cheeks? Repeatedly?? NO VOMITING, SUMIRE. YOU MUST NOT BE A WEAK BITCH.]
I-It went all the way through! [Still a little queasy, but she will move closer to assist.] Does it hurt? Here, allow me to help you.
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[haha. HAHA!! I'm sorry Sumi Sharon is not helping, but she does allow Sumire to move closer to assist, arm extended]
But other than the pain, I feel perfectly fine. I don't believe we can die again while we're in this dimension.
[a pause]
. . . are you all right, Lady Sumire?
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I'm fine! [A little too quickly to be reassuring. She will let Sharon use her as a crutch, for easier movement.] More importantly, we need to find Goat-san at once. Our task can wait until you're no longer in pain.
[The little girl can't double die. It's fine.]
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[SHARON???]
But yes, I suppose the girl can. . . wait, until the bleeding has stopped.
[she does willingly loop her arm with Sumire's, but. she isn't leaning on her too terribly much]
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[SHARON? THAT IS NOT REASSURING? She will start pulling her in the direction of... wherever they last saw Fox, ig.]
How could I not worry? You just got shot, Sharon-san!
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Well. I do suppose that in and of itself is concerning.
But consider the bright side: I'm still feeling perfectly fine. ♥
[she REALLY NEEDS TO STOP]
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[Sharon, please!! I like how I said Fox in the previous meta text but the NPC is Goat?? Probably? What is time.]