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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[suddenlybees]

[ Kano is here to sip tea and eat the flaky outer layers of his croissants while leaving the soft fluffy insides alone. He will share his messages but doesn't have much to contribute besides ]

Anyone know Yona's code?

[siblingless]

[She peers at the PHS curiously, blinking at it.]

I'm sorry, I don't. You don't have any idea who could have sent this?

[suddenlybees]

Dunno! Sora? He's the only person who really talks to me.

[ shoving all his other messages aside, only Sora is his friend ]

He's pretty direct, right? And the "r" was blacked out. I sent a message back about it, but I dunno when he'll get it or if those numbers are even up to date anymore.

[siblingless]

That doesn't resemble Sora-san's style, though... He didn't use capitalization in his previous letters.

[Weird??]

If no one else knows, we could always ask Yona-san ourselves.

[suddenlybees]

Hm, well. I sent a message to Yona over the weekend asking about it! Sort of. Hopefully she'll get back to us!

[siblingless]

Ah— Thank you, Kano-san! I hope you receive a reply this week.

[frostythehitman]

[ Well. This happens late on Monday, so by this point Vezda has spent the entire goddamn day hunting Kano down.

And this is the first thread in which he'd feasibly be able to find him. So.

Here's Vezda leaping at him from behind to tackle Kano to the floor. ]

You little shit!

[suddenlybees]

[ He's just trying to enjoy his tea, and!!!!!!!!! He's small and light and goes down without any resistance at all, allowing Bucky the satisfaction of a tiny yelp, but after he splats on the ground, he doesn't move at all. No kicking or screaming, just a frown at having spilled all his tea ): ]

Yes? Hello? Wow, sure never been glomped before! Did you need me for something?

[frostythehitman]

[ God, he hates the fact that Kano doesn't put up more of a fight. Here Vezda was, all ready to just wail on this kid's ass and turn his face to fleshy pulp, but he'd just feel bad about doing it like this.

FINE, he supposes, he'll USE HIS WORDS. ]

What the hell were all those threats last week for?!

[suddenlybees]

[ What about when he rolls over and makes this face, giving a little scoff to top it off. He has a very punchable face, and he can see very clearly just how much Vezda wants to just whail on him. ]

Haha... You know what you did.

[frostythehitman]

[ god, you smug little--

He rattles Kano a bit as he's got him pinned to the floor. Just for emphasis. Because he'd still feel bad for punching him at this point, but he does want to do something. ]

Then why the hell do it now? You had the previous two weeks to send me threats all you wanted!

[suddenlybees]

[ I'm imagining Vezda shaking Kano's shoulders and his head keeps bumping into the ground and he's going to have such a headache later ]

Ouch! Haha... It's all about timing, you know? It's no good if it's so soon— the effect's better you're just starting to forget, and then, WHAM!!

[frostythehitman]

[ that is exactly what he is doing, i'm so glad we're on the same page here ori

anyway Vezda is truly baffled and low-key amazed at how Kano is singlehandedly the most infuriating person he has ever met. And like, he's teammates with Namor. So this is truly incredible. ]

You weren't even guilty! I wouldn't have had to do that to you if you'd just owned up to it, and then neither of us would have to be dead right now!

[suddenlybees]

[ Oh, he's yelling. Yelling and manhandling and that just makes Kano grin all the wider— Hikaru, take notes. ]

Aah, back then? There was nothing to own up to! Hadn't I been saying that the entire time?

[ That he didn't do it? In a very suspicious, very roundabout way, but, still. ]

Anyways, that was weeks ago! What's you being dead gotta do with that? No one's gonna vendetta for my sake, you know?

[frostythehitman]

You know what I mean--if you'd just shown us what you had without making yourself look so damn suspicious--I--

[ he screws his eyes shut and grimaces, because he's back to this godawful spiral where, well, it doesn't really matter, does it? He wants to blame Kano, he wants to blame himself, he wants to undo that whole mess--but none of it even matters anymore because they're both dead. ]

Fuck! I don't even know, you tell me why you've been sending messages on a grudge to me, then, if it doesn't matter anymore!

[suddenlybees]

[ It really doesn't matter, explaining things, when all that'll come out of it is Vezda's continued anger and frustration and Kano's apparent glee at it all. He's petty. And this is delightful. ]

Haha... It's not about the whole trial thing, you know? That's whatever.

This is about all your other crimes.

[frostythehitman]

What other crimes? I haven't done a damn thing since I got here!

[suddenlybees]

Oh. Oh... You don't even know... Wow, imagine being the self-absorbed.

[frostythehitman]

Enlighten me.

[suddenlybees]

...You never woke up on any given Friday with your face or the back of your head hurting, did you?

[frostythehitman]

[ this actually takes him by surprise enough to get him to lighten up on his hold. ]

...no? What's that got to do with it?

[suddenlybees]

Oh.

[ Kano looks disappointed. Haha. ]

No, nothing, never mind. Anyways, I forgive you! Can I get up now?

[frostythehitman]

[ aaaand bearing his weight back down on him again! ]

No, not until you explain to me what the hell that was about.

[suddenlybees]

[ UGH not being able to breathe sure is painful, even if he can't re-die from it. Maybe that's even worse, knowing there's no reprieve. ]

Make me~

[frostythehitman]

Fine.

[ He shifts his position to sit on Kano. Hope you like having 260 pounds of ripped cyborg on your chest! ]

I can do this all day.