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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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locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests
murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories

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i. tuesday-
[ I'm still getting caught up on everything but either way, Kano is pretty scarce on Monday despite his number 1, 3, 7, and 44th favorite people having just arrived. Maybe it's because of that. Maybe it's because the last time any of them had seen him, it was with a slit throat and blood pouring out of his neck and here...

His neck is barely hanging on, deep gouges in them as if somebody had dug their fingers straight through and crushed his neck with everything they had, leaving mutilated skin and flesh and blood that doesn't stop pouring out even long after he should run out. If he leans too far one way or turns his head too quickly, his head is liable to flop over and nearly fall off because his cervical vertebrae are more or less all in separate pieces now, but it's okay! This is very fixable.

At the beach, holding a plastic swim ring, this smile on his face: Kano opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a wet gurgle and a torrent of blood.

...He holds the ring up expectantly. ]

wildcard.
[ I want to write cute things too ): ]

Kano-san!

[This is. Gorey? Hard to look at? Bad? But he just is ignoring how horrifying this is to be happy to see him at the beach.]

Oh no - you can't talk?

[ cries at this icon

Kano tries to nod his head and it just sort of flops forward and he has to catch his head before he bashes his nose against his own chest. Blood everywhere. Somehow, he's still smiling.

Using his hands to steady his head, he nods his head. ]

Maybe you could wear a turtleneck.

[That might. . . help keep. . . his head on?]

[ That was sort of the plan Kano had too— he crouches down to pick up the inner tube, just sort of staring forward the entire time because if he looks down he might lose his head— and holds it out to Mob again.

Think you can get this over his head to act as a neck brace? Without popping off said head? ]

Oh! Um. Hmm.

[A little nervous to pop his head, off, yeah. Holding on to the tube.]

H. . . hold really still.

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tuesday

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tuesday

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wildcard, beach, pick a day any day

it's a tuesday

nods

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we're going to be doing this thread forever