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

[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 ]

[heartablaze]

[takes one to know one, shuuya, so guess you'll have to get creative :\ :/ :\]

[laid]

I'm not giving you advice on how to commit murder, Kano.

[The implication in this phrasing is he DOES know the answer and just not sharing it.]

Now you go. Truth or Dare?

[suddenlybees]

Boo.

Truth.

[laid]

Say one nice thing about someone here.

[Trapped.]

[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?

[pulsecannon]

That's when you get someone else to slip it to him. Or sneak into his place to poison something there.

[suddenlybees]

How much do you think a hitman costs?

[pulsecannon]

A rare item or something else? [ That's how it usually works where she's from ]

Is there anyone you trust who would do it for you?

[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.

[siblingless]

[...?

Lowering her voice, whispering:]

Is Bucky-san not over 18?

[Is she calling him Bucky so he doesn't know she's talking about him? Maybe so.]

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano also lowers his voice in a conspiratorial whisper. ]

Some kids are super embarrassed because they hit puberty so early, you know? They try to act all tough to cover it up... I wouldn't bring it up around him. He's, like, super sensitive? At heart? We can keep pretending he's an adult, for his sake.

[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.]