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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[heartablaze]

[She is being responsible and cleaning up her mess because Tiger just kind of showed up and died a little inside, but she'll still happily grin at his agreement even as she works on sweeping up her mess.]

Mm! You wanna ask first, or answer first?

[frostythehitman]

[ ...well, if we ARE going to clean up this mess, Vezda isn't going to just let her handle it by herself while he stands around and watches. ]

Move over, give me that.

[ Because he will try to shove her out of this mess and take over the cleanup himself. ]

Your pick for who starts.

[heartablaze]

E-eh?? H-hey--!!

[Well, he is tipsy and much larger than her so IF HE'S REALLY SHOVING HER OUT OF THE WAY then congrats all 88 pounds of her is getting shoved. :( Hey...

Her daemon's ears flick back with a growl.]

Vezda-san, it's okay, I can get it! I told Tiger-san I would.

[I'm assuming he's taking the broom?????????]

[frostythehitman]

[ He is indeed! ]

Alright, fine. Then I'll start.

Dare: you let me clean up the mess.

[heartablaze]

[Her face scrunches up.

That is not how this game works, sir. :\ :/]

[frostythehitman]

[ He ignores her displeasure while he sweeps the glass away. Once he's done he dusts his hands from a job well done and looks at her again. ]

Alright. Now it's your turn.

[heartablaze]

[Her look has soured a little further by the time he's done, and the daemon behind her has burst into flames because that's normal. But she just exhales out her nose, her tone just a little sullen.]

Mn. Thank you. You didn't need to do that.

[That was her mess????????

She'll just sigh, though, crossing her arms in front of her as her expression softens.]

Okay. Truth or dare, Vezda-san?

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda's weasel-stoat thing just glares back angrily at the dog. Lowkey he's kind of pissed off that his creature is so fully outclassed by Hikaru's, but at least the stoat is putting up an undaunted front. ]

Hmmm...

[ He's not quite drunk enough yet to go hog wild, so... ]

Truth.

[heartablaze]

[Yay, an easy one.]

How much have you forgotten, that you can guess at?

You don't need to be specific, if you don't want to. But... what kind of things are you missing?

[frostythehitman]

[ ...ah. ]

...A lot, I think.

You remember last week, how those bubbles kept showing our memories to each other? A lot of mine never happened--or at least, I don't remember them. And I look...way older than I remember being. So.

[ He laughs--it's an attempt at lightening the mood, but it comes out harsh and almost bitter. ]

My brain's gotta look like swiss cheese by now, huh?

[heartablaze]

[...

Her eyes cloud a littlen her smile empathetic.]

It's really a little scary, isn't it...

...

The people around you will help you remember when we have the chance, Vezda-san. Just like a lot of us know your name, even if you can't hear it anymore. I remember what you told me, and I'll try to remember it until the very end.

But... all we can do is be who we are right now, with each other, even if it's scary. We might just fall apart under our own fear otherwise.

[frostythehitman]

[ ...he doesn't remember telling her anything in particular, which isn't a feeling he likes. That she knows more about him than he knows himself.

Plus, he's not ignorant. He knows he's been an asshole to everyone for weeks here, and only stopped...it feels like this past week. He doesn't like the idea that forgetting huge chunks of his life has only made him happier.

But he's not about to talk about ANY of that haha! ]

Yeah, well. You're up. Truth or dare.

[suddenlybees]

That's such a lame dare.

[heartablaze]

I-I didn't even ask...

[SIGHS..........]

[suddenlybees]

Triple dog dare him to let you do it yourself. He can't beat that.

[heartablaze]

[Bucky's already powering his way through it so she can't even do that!!!!!! She's biting on the inside of her cheek with her arms crossed, but the dog behind her definitely just burst into flames.]

[suddenlybees]

[ GOD THIS FIRE HAZARD DOG

Kano's going to go sidle over to the ice sculpture and break off a piece of nose to keep in his cup. ]

[heartablaze]

[Poor fluttershy didn't die for this

It's fine the dog's just chilling and being on fire for a little bit. It dies down pretty quick so the decorations are all safe.]

[frostythehitman]

Better than just letting her clean it up all alone.

[suddenlybees]

Why? She broke it.

[frostythehitman]

Because I'm not gonna just sit around and watch while she cleans up a bunch of glass she could cut herself on!

[suddenlybees]

If she cuts herself while using a broom, she's gotta be real stupid, you know? Or what, were you planning on picking up the glass with your bare hands?

[ Which would make more sense from a "It will be safer if I do this" standpoint, but also. There's a broom. ]

[frostythehitman]

Glass can get everywhere easily. Why are you so hellbent on making her clean it up, anyway?

[suddenlybees]

Because I'm petty. Is that what you wanted to hear?

[frostythehitman]

No. But at least it's the truth.