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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BALL.... 2!

[retellers]

[ Hello, deadzos! After a long day of doing whatever it is that you guys do here, which is probably crying about numbers a lot because you guys really suffer, the participants will receive a notification on their PHS. It reads:

You are hereby invited to the ball.

Of course, the second participants look at this alert, they will find themselves dressed head to toe in appropriate ball wear. Make up, hairdo, actually taking a bath-- anything you needed to get ready for the ball has been done for you! Isn't that great? What do you mean, you didn't want to go to the ball? Nonsense.

Once they step into the ballroom, everything is ready and perfect, no matter the struggles they may have had. The music is in full swing, ranging from perfectly appropriate ballroom dance music to, for some reason, songs like WAP. There's food and drinks plenty, an ice sculpture for decoration. The Leaders are also present every now and then, but they're mostly just here one to two at a time, and anyone were to look at what the living are currently up to, it's obvious that the Leaders are just fucking going back and forth between the parties. It's fine. They're mostly recognizable by their masks, since their outfits too have changed...!

They did absolutely no work for it but they still get to party anyway. ]

[suddenlybees]

[ Thank you canon for having fancy outfits so I don't have think of them, this is what Kano's wearing, the first time in over a month where he isn't wearing his ratty hoodie. Much like the previous party they all had, he doesn't look all too keen on being here, but free food? drink? He walks over to the ice sculpture and breaks off Fluttershy's ear and drops it into his glass of orange juice. ]

What d'you think, is the whole ~*~*team bonding*~*~ thing worth it?

[ It's not like he ever sussed out any other Goat, having died too early for any of that. As far as he's concerned, he's Team Dead Animal. ]

[siblingless]

What do you mean, Kano-san?

[Goodbye, Fluttershy's ear... It's now as broken as Team Goat. Wow.]

[suddenlybees]

[ cries over Team Goat ]

Like, you know, getting to know each other, sharing secrets, collecting blackmail material, becoming friends. Those sorts of things!

[pulsecannon]

Who the hell knows? [ Huffing out a breath as she crosses her arm. She's dressed up and her chocobo is matching with a little black bow tie of it's own. ]

Though I guess it hasn't been that bad...

[suddenlybees]

[ ohh the flower lace... Two black cats are parading around somewhere, Kano's soul cat and also butt cat, one of which crouches down when it sees the chocobo and does the little hunting butt wiggle. ]

Hm, yeah. That's 'cause our team is better, though.

[ Dead team best team. ]

[heartablaze]

[She's missing the hat but otherwise seems perfectly comfortable, immediately at the food table and stuffing a pastry immediately into her mouth with about as much grace as one would expect, aka none at all. Fire dog is following her around, though it seems the fire has turned off in favor of just regular fur for now.

She and the dog both just watch Kano commit property damage, sighing a little.]

It makes more nova if we try to stick together, right? I mean, it's not the kind we need right this second, but anything is better than nothing.

[suddenlybees]

[ What's the point of an ice sculpture if not to use it before it melts? Like it would last long anyways, with fire dog in the room, though it's not on fire anymore. ]

Huh? What? Nova comes from hanging out with people?

[ Is Team Wolf all buddy buddy and Kano's out there destroying friendships left and right and that's why Goat was last all those weeks ]

[siblingless]

[The NPCs deserve to party. Hush, metatext.

Yoshizawa is now dressed in a blue, shimmery ballgown, complete with heels that heavily resemble glass slippers with none of the discomfort. It's ~symbolic~. When she isn't busy swaying or dancing to the music, she can be found snacking or dangerously poking the ice statue. It may or may not tip over if someone doesn't stop her? But if you happen to be a wallflower and won't approach her during any of these moments, she will slide up with a smile to start some small talk.]

Are you having fun?

[Just ignore their impending math induced doom. It's fine.]

[heartablaze]

Yoshizawa-chan!

[What the fuck is she wearing. It's fine. She'll still easily hold out both hands for Sumi, her eyes warm.]

You wanna come dance with me?

[siblingless]

[She's working it, that's what. Yoshizawa beams, reaching for her hands.]

Yes! Are you familiar with this song?

[There is something playing. It may or may not be a Kidz Bop version of WAP's radio edit.]

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda is here now, because what the hell else is there to do here. He's dressed in something akin to this outfit, although in a tasteful navy with red accents. It was clearly not sized for a man with this level of beef, so it's. A little awkwardly tight in places. And his legs are bare to the world....and kind of cold, to be honest.

He's cleanshaven for once, and his hair has been tied back. He keeps fiddling with it as he stands to the side by the food and drink. He shifts his balance back and forth and looks...unusually awkward, like a child who has no idea what to do with himself.

If someone approaches, he'll nod at them stiffly, fiddle with the drink in his hand, sip it a few times, and then finally mumble out: ]

...You think they're magically teleporting themselves between parties, or is there some special door we just haven't found yet?

[heartablaze]

[I can't believe Hikaru's more dressed up than Vezda. Per party tradition, Hikaru already has a pastry shoved in her mouth, though she'll give him a gentle smile when she sees him off shuffling around by himself.]

There's a path, between here and there. The Leaders haven't said where it is, exactly, but they're probably using that!

It's really dangerous, even for them, so the fact that they're taking time at all to be here is kind of a surprise. I wonder if we can do something nice for them as a thank you.

[frostythehitman]

[ He gives her a hesitant nod in acknowledgement. ]

Why bother taking the risk so much if it's dangerous, then? They pop in back and forth like it's a revolving door.

[lionson]

[Vezda your outfit.

No really, Shiro looks like he's trying to keep a snicker in as he sees it.]

I wouldn't be surprised if they are, Goat can teleport them around.

Interesting outfit choice.

[frostythehitman]

Shit, I forgot they could do that. I didn't think it applied to teleporting to the afterlife, either.

[ Upon seeing Shiro's face, though, he bristles. ]

It's not like I picked it out myself!

[siblingless]

[She is absolutely staring at this very uncomfortable looking outfit

and then averting her eyes to pretend she wasn't staring. Smooth.]

Oh, um. Only Goat-san and Swan-san can teleport as far as I know, but I suppose... there must be a special exit only the leaders can use? I can't imagine how else they would visit us.

[frostythehitman]

So there really is some hidden revolving door between here and the Realm?

[lionson]

[NPCs deserve to party too!

Shiro will be around in something like this because I have decided that red looks good on him. This might be the first time he has dressed in something besides his priest clothes, it's definitely a different look on him. It probably makes him look his actual age too, because cassocks seem to age people by at least a decade.

He will gladly enjoy the fruits of the living's labors.

He seems to mostly be standing off to the side though, either bothering NPCs as they come in (especially Wolf) or just chatting with whoever comes by. He's not going to bust any moves on the dance floor unless he's goaded into it.]

[siblingless]

[Let! The NPCS! Party!

Anyway, she's approaching him.]

Have you danced yet, Fujimoto-san?

TRUTH OR DARE: YOU'RE DEAD EDITION

[heartablaze]

[ANYWAY when everyone is in the room, Hikaru's waltzing into the center of the room in this getup sans the hat, grabbing one of the champagne flutes and a knife because this is how fancy people get everybody's attention, right?

Except she hits the glass too hard on the third go and it immediately shatters into a million pieces in her hands.

Oops.]

Um...

[Oh no.

There's a large, fiery red dog just sighing and padding its way into the middle of the floor as Hikaru takes a large step back from the mess she just made. Doggo will take the broken glass stem in its mouth and growl at anybody that's about to step in the mess. It cannot sweep for it is just a dog, but it'll at least sit nearby.]

A... anyway!!!

[She's bright red now, don't mind her.]

I-I know we're all not really in a really big mood to party or anything, and there isn't a lot of us... but everybody on the other side was playing a game yesterday, right? Could we try that?

[laid]

[Oh my god]

Ya think we should clean up the broken glass first?
[LIKE... THAT'S DANGEROUS.]

[frostythehitman]

[ I'm gonna say he's had a drink or two by this point to loosen him up a little or he wouldn't even be here entertaining this right now ]

Depends. What're you thinking?

[ guess who just DOES NOT GIVE A SHIT about the broken glass ]

[pulsecannon]

Whoa! I wonder what would happen if you punched someone...

[ She considers it for a moment. ANYWAYS ]

Sure, sure. We can play. Truth or dare, Hikaru!

[tensecondsahead]

[Laine's got a... fox? thing? it's got feathers? draped over his shoulders, tail flicking.]

Sure. That sounds fun.