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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Comments

[laid]

[Oh my god]

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

[suddenlybees]

What? No, leave it— it's, like, dare material!

[ Look at all that glass. Amazing. ]

[laid]

No.

[Just no.]

[suddenlybees]

I dare you to lick it.

[laid]

Then I'll just pick truth.

[NICE TRY HE KNOWS HOW THIS GAME WORKS.]

[suddenlybees]

Coward.

[ What fun is choosing truth /: ]

Alright, alright, alright~ Truth, then! Say you got, like, a dad you need to poison, but you haven't exactly seen him in a couple years and he's definitely going to recognize you if he spots you, even for a split second, and if he does, he's gonna whoop your ass. How would you do it?

[laid]

[Yeah this is way to specific to not be Kano just asking for advice on how to murder his dad? Which we don't have time to unpack all of this. So instead;]

Well, my father's dead, so my answer'd be the the problems already resolved itself.
[Nice try.]

[suddenlybees]

The "like" makes it hypothetical! You sure suck at this game.

[ Hikaru, your ojichan is a cheater ]

[pulsecannon]

Will he be suspicious if you give him a peace offering?

[ It's not even her truth, and she's actually considering it ]

[suddenlybees]

[ Look at Cater giving his plight serious consideration, this is why she's the best ]

Hm... probably... I mean, it'd be from me. [ Anybody would be suspicious ] I sorta don't want to do it to his face, you know?

[siblingless]

W-Wha—? No one is allowed to injure themselves for a dare!

[Stop!!]

[suddenlybees]

They won't if they're careful!

[ The onus is on them, not the darer ]

[siblingless]

No! Why would we dare them to be around the broken glass in the first place?

[suddenlybees]

Same reason little kids dare each other to climb trees and jump off roofs?

[ because they are stupid and immature, that's why ]

[siblingless]

[she

glances at this gang

and misses the point.]

Most of us are adults, though...

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano also glances around at this gang. Bucky in his shorts. ]

No, we're really not.

[heartablaze]

[while he and raven bicker, the tiny little snowflake dress girl has obtained a broom and is already sweeping up her mess. she's still red as a beet but it's fine.]

[heartablaze]

[she probably has glass shards in her hands and doesn't even realize because this is just the life you live when you're on goat's team]

I-I'll... I'll ask one of the leaders for a broom, hold on...

[laid]

[IF SHE'S BLEEDING HE'S ABSOLUTELY GOING TO NOTICE???]

Hey, hold on, we gotta take care of yer own self first!?
[MA'AM give me your hands.]

[heartablaze]

Eh? N-no, I'm okay, Oji-san--!!

[Except he takes her hands and there is absolutely glass stuck in her hands. They're pretty miniscule so not a lot of blood at all, actually, but still. Sighs.]

[laid]

Yer lucky ya didn't get cut worse.

[Hmph! He's just gonna pull the glass out with his hands. Guess these stupid gloves are useful after all?]

[heartablaze]

[Ow.]

I... I didn't mean to break it, but--

[Ow???]

You'll... still play, won't you?

[OOOOOOW.]

[laid]

Of course.
[Now that he's finished taking out the glass.]

Truth or dare, little miss.

[retellers]

[ tiger is wandering in, pauses, and sighs. ]

What the fuck...

[ they wander away. comes back with a broom. ]

[heartablaze]

[Whenever Raven stops helicoptering around her, she's coming to take it, still red all the way up to her ears.]

S-sorry.

I'll get it cleaned up, it's okay...