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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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Really...? You must have a mind like a steel trap!
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That is merely one of a maid's many skills.
[anyway she's heading up the stairs! adeptly dodging memory bubbles, wow. at some point she's going to pop one because I decreed it but not right now because I can't write up a memory right now]
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[Wtf, pay these maids better. Up the stairs they go, though! A memory bubble will also be popped when I stop having sleepy bitch disease and find a good clip on youtube.]
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[PAY THESE MAIDS BETTER!!! anyway once they reach the top of the stairwell, Sharon turns the corner and runs RIGHT INTO A MEMORY BUBBLE, accidentally popping it as she does so]
[which shows Yoshizawa a bright and crisp memory of a 13-year-old girl drop down from a high place and slit some guy's throat. NICE!!! from the way he's dressed he seems to be a prominent politician, and her movements are swift and emotionless. the memory stops after the man falls to the ground with a bloody neck. it's short and sweet but still pretty viscerally horrifying!]
[and unsurprisingly, Sharon pauses in her tracks as soon as it ends, expression unreadable]
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Especially maids with assassination skills.
It's a good thing they reached the top of the stairwell already, because Yoshizawa stumbles back and bumps into the upper edge of the handrails. She sucks in a sharp breath, pressing her right hand against her mouth in shock.]
A-Ah, that was...
[Trailing off because, uh. Is there truly anything appropriate to say after catching a glimpse of someone very bloody, very private memories?]
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[she doesn't look at Sumi as she stumbles back, which means Sumire can only see the tight line of Sharn's shoulders as she folds her hands in front of herself. when she speaks, her voice is even]
My. . . I apologize for that interruption. I didn't want a young lady such as yourself to have to view such gruesome scenes.
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[Concerned? She is very blatantly concerned, her shock jumping to the backseat. You know, it really says a lot about what murdergames do to you when uncovering someone's deep, dark murderous past is just another Tuesday. Oof.]
Don't. I'm the one who ought to apologize. That was something I shouldn't have seen.
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[shakes her head a little bit!!]
It isn't your fault; you have nothing to apologize for.
[gosh she sure is stiff]
This isn't a part of my past I talk about with people often.
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[Her murder privacy.
Speaking of murder privacy, though? It would be awfully rude if Sharon was the only one who was stiff right now. As Sumire apologizes once again, a fog bubble comes out of nowhere and smacks into the back of her head — prompting another memory (until 12:15 or so). Hm.]
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[Sharon goes still once again as the second memory-- this one not one of hers-- flashes before them both. and while she is lacking most of the context to truly understand what is happening. . . she can still make an educated guess]
[a h]
[is that why the keychain Sumire was looking at was labeled "Kasumi?"]
. . .
Oh dear. . . it seems the Realm is not respecting anyone's privacy today.
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Sumire has gone still, a hand over her mouth as she stares pointedly at the floor. It takes her a moment to react to Sharon's words, and even then, it's with stilted motions.]
Ah... [A single, jerky nod. The Realm is so rude today.] I'm sorry you had to see that.