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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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It, uh. Looks like it's having fun? Let it have some fun.
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[Hikaru sweetheart that is your soul beast, not your actual mashin... it's fine she's stupid.
She'll pick herself up off the floor with a wince, holding out a hand for him.]
You okay, Shuuya? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
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He takes Hikaru's hand, but just briefly enough to get himself onto his feet and then he lets go again, shoving his hands deep into his hoodie pockets. ]
No way, no way. I'm, like, the one who made us jump and everything?
[ He's going to have bruises for days, assuming the graveyard only heals fatal wounds. ]
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I was planning on it, anyway, you just kinda beat me to it. I guess that's better, though? You could see where we were going.
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Is it? Talk about a leap of faith, jumpin' like that when you can't see! Really, how stupid can you get...
[ Hikaru can walk, neither of them have broken bones, Kano can walk away from all of this guilt free. ]
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Her smile just warms.]
You had my hand, didn't you? Even if it hurt wherever we landed, I knew I'd be okay.
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That is really not how it works. I coulda, like, broken your wrist 'cause I was hanging onto it?
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You still did it anyway.
[She's learning, you fool.]
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Yeah, well... Next time, I'm jumping on my own and leaving you stranded.
[ Only one of them gets unnecessarily broken bones in this household. ]
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It's probably a way different story if Hansel had to save Gretel, huh?
[He'd have left her up there to be a dragon forever and rescued the poor cats instead. R I P.
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No next time, though, okay? I think that's a story I only need to remember once.