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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[laid]

[Raven stands there for a moment, before apparently just deciding to stride off stage without more villainous words.

Someone in the audience shouts something about Laine's terrible costume.

When Raven sweeps back on stage he's swapped the cape for the shitty fairy wings and he pitches his voice up to what is clearly some approximation of a woman's voice?]

Cinderella, as your fairy godmother, I'm here to grant you your wish!
[He bonks Laine on his head with a ruler someone glued a foam cutout of a star onto.]

[tensecondsahead]

[Laine ignores the audience nonsense because he's a professional.

And he also lets himself be bonked on the head.]

Oh! Fairy godmother! I want to go to the ball and find a husband but my evil stepfather wants me to stay and clean up his messes forever!

[laid]

[Raven waves the shitty wand around.]

And you shall! With this dress and carriage and glass slippers, you can go to the ball! Just make sure to return home by midnight, my magic can only last that long!

[Or whatever. The audience is unenthused.]

[tensecondsahead]

[Oh they're doing a costume change? Laine... puts the skirt on over his current outfit. Look, a dress.]

Thank you, fairy godmother! I'll make sure to come back by midnight, and won't get distracted at the party! [F O R E S H A D O W I N G]

[laid]

[Raven bows, before scurrying off screen again. After another pause, he wanders back on stage with the shitty crown, still standing off away from Laine, turned away. He puts on another voice, this time deep and sultry.]

Oh, all the women in the kingdom are here at this ball, and I, Prince Charming, still cannot find a woman to light a fire in my heart!

[tensecondsahead]

Everyone is here! [Laine confirms, looking around at the empty stage.]

I wonder if I'll find someone tonight? There must be someone here who will notice me!

[laid]

[Raven milks the moment of his woe is me idiot prince, before he turns to look at Laine from across the stage, and gasps.]

Who is that- that timeless beauty!? I've never seen such a beautiful woman before. I-I must dance with her!
[He walks across the stage, somehow both desperate and dignified, before holding his hand out to Laine.]

My lady, pray that I might have this dance?

[tensecondsahead]

Oh! [Laine says, sounding startled, one hand raised to his cheek.]

With me? [He reaches out his other hand to place it in Raven's.] I would be delighted.

[laid]

[Raven certainly doesn't look like a guy who knows how to dance, even as he puts his other hand on Laine's waist, but after a few uncertain steps, he actually seems to slip into a proper ballroom dance??? This man is an enigma.As he leads Laine around the stage, he asks;]

My lady, why have I never seen you before? Tell me how such a beauty could have escaped my gaze for this long!

[tensecondsahead]

[Good, because Laine doesn't know how to ballroom dance. He's just following Raven's lead and trying not to step on his feet.]

I can't give away all my secrets right now, not even to one as handsome as you. Let's dance for a little while longer, and then I'll explain myself.