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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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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!
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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?
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[ 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!
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Haha... It's not about the whole trial thing, you know? That's whatever.
This is about all your other crimes.
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...no? What's that got to do with it?
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[ Kano looks disappointed. Haha. ]
No, nothing, never mind. Anyways, I forgive you! Can I get up now?
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No, not until you explain to me what the hell that was about.
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Make me~
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[ 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.
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Can't talk without air, but his arms aren't pinned yet and he reaches around and pokes Vezda on the side. Is he fleshy? Ticklish?? ]
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try harder, kano ]
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He pulls a cherry tomato out of his hoodie pocket and squashes it against Vezda's side, seeing as he doesn't have anything else in his pockets and is at a loss for what to do. He really shouldn't have given away all his scalpels /: ]
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[ He wipes as much cherry tomato residue off his side as he can and smears it across Kano's face. ]
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You're disgusting.
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[ All this cherry goop?? from a single tomato... The metal taste in his mouth is disgusting too, and impossible to get out without spitting.
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He glances up at Vezda and prepares a wad of spit, trying to decide whether he can do it with enough force so it doesn't just splat back onto his face. ]