![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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. |
NAVIGATION locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories |
no subject
It may just be a release of pent-up frustration. I can't imagine he is doing well after--
[she didn't her about ALL of the execution, but]
[she knows he was falsely convicted]
no subject
The mention of it gets Hikaru to squirm and glance at her hands. But she takes in a breath, letting her fists tighten, then loosen.]
Part of that was my fault, so...
Maybe now that I'm here, he can be mad at somebody specific, instead of taking it out on everybody else.
no subject
How was it your fault?
no subject
I was foolish and thought it would help. I thought it was because I trusted him, and that I was just trying to make things easier, but... I didn't trust him enough to let him speak his mind, and just made him feel things he didn't want to feel, and react in ways that just made him look worse. He couldn't even say how horrible he felt. Not... not in the ways he wanted.
If... he hates me, then I think he has a good reason. There's a lot of people that know that... think it's my fault, too. People that say his blood is on my hands. People that have told me I'm a horrible person.
He... has more people on his side, than I think he realizes... but he deserves to be angry.
no subject
[Shaorn didn't see the trial, and Kano wasn't exactly forthcoming with what happened during it, so. . . she doesn't know how things went down. she doesn't know what kind of item Hikaru might have used on Kano during the trial process. part of her is curious and wants to ask, but she can read the guilt on Hikaru's features, and. . . well]
[even if she had accidentally made things worse, even if what people are saying about his blood being on her hands is true (extremely doubtful, since it was those who voted for Kano who are to blame), she deserves to move past that. doesn't she. . .?]
[. . .]
Perhaps he does. Even so, you are not entirely to blame, Lady Hikaru.
Did you vote for Mister Baron at the trial?
[I'M SORRY THAT'S WHAT SHE CALLS KANO]
no subject
I know it's not all on me, but... I can't pretend what I did wasn't part of the reason things got so bad. I have to carry that.
...I... don't know who Baron-san is, I'm sorry. I voted for Won-san.
[and she didn't know she had been correct until today. haha.]
no subject
[a polite, apologetic bow]
And you voted correctly, as it was Master Won who killed me. And even if you do carry some of the guilt over what happened with you. . . [she straightens and flashes Hikaru a tiny smile] I hope that one day you can come to terms with what happened and move forward nevertheless.
no subject
I should've guessed. Shuuya's just like that.
...
Mm. I know that a lot of people are going to hold judgement on me for what I did, even if I didn't intend for it to be a bad thing. But... what matters most to me is how Shuuya feels about it, and how I can keep going despite any guilt I have to carry... and that I work to make sure this place can't hurt anybody else like it hurts all of you.
no subject
I believe that's the proper path forward. You're quite strong, Lady Hikaru.