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]

[Monday- Boardwalk]
[A new week, a new place to purchase alcohol! Raven got himself some wine from the pool hall, but chose to come out and sit at a table that is probably for people who bought food at the boadwalk but it's fine. He's staring out at the ocean seeming rather introspective and moody, but if he spots someone he knows, he'll put on a faint smile and wave them down.]

Ya in th' mood fer a story?

[Later in the week]
[After Monday Raven's mood will pick back up! He'll spend a lot of time at the beach, though he doesn't seem to actually go in the water much? Rather when he needs to cool down, he just retreats to the pool hall. Maybe you can convince him to go for a proper swim?

He... also can be found in the viewing room. Is he trying to peep on the living ladies in their swimsuits. Maybe. It's fine.]

later in the week

[exercisms]

[He's also watching the living! He's not trying to peep on girls in their swimsuits though??? God.]

. . . You must miss everyone, too, huh Raven-san?

[laid]

[Wow he isn't JUST doing that??? Also let him live. This does catch Raven off guard, but then like;]

... Yeah. Even though I've been here longer than I was alive, now.
[It's still hard!!]

[exercisms]

Oh. I guess that's true.

[He hadn't thought of it like that.]

What happened to you. . . ?

[laid]

[God, that vague question has so many potential answers. He feels like he knows what Mob is asking about, but it's what he wants to answer the least, so;]

Oh, you mean before I died? I forgot something that made me forget bein' Raven. But it's all fixed now!
[So lets talk no more of this!!]

[frostythehitman]

[ Here comes Vezda, walking around kind of awkwardly. He's got a blood-soaked towel tied around his chest and he's draped himself in a bedsheet for good measure, hiding a good portion of his torn up shorts-suit from last week.

When Raven flags him down, he pauses and ponders over it for a moment before deciding...yeah, alright, fuck it. He'll take a seat at the table. ]

Depends. What's the story?

[laid]

[He would offer Bucky some wine, but he's 20 now so he can't drink!!! Also he doesn't have a second glass.]

I got plenty, what kinda do ya want? I just wanted ta talk about the guy who gave me my name.

[frostythehitman]

[ i was gonna make a note in here about how he's from before the 21 year old drinking age era, screw you!!!! but apparently that was passed in 1933, so.

whatever, he's a soldier who's spent the last 5 years in europe, he's plenty familiar with alcohol. ]

Are you telling me it's not Raven?

[laid]

[Yeah well then he'll have to get his own cup first.]

... Did ya forget about Schwann already? Ya fought off those skeleton pirates with him.

Monday

[heartablaze]

[Her left shoulder is bleeding profusely? It's fine. She is so tired of holding up a towel already...

She still easily approaches him while he's in his chair, though she doesn't sit - she comes up from the side into his personal space, enough to lean over and plant a chaste kiss against his hair.]

Is it one I've heard before, Oji-san?

[laid]

[GOd.... We really need bandages. He seems a bit startled by the kiss but not like... unpleasantly so??]

Well, I thought I'd tell people about the Don, is all. So more people can keep th' memory of him alive.

[heartablaze]

[Her expression softens immediately. Somewhere on the living side your son is probably feeling so proud of you, Raven.]

I think that would be nice. Especially for somebody so important to you... I think that's the best way, to keep those people alive. If their memory only stays with you, then what happens if you go away, too?

[laid]

[Yeah, speaking of;]

Mm. Claude gave me the idea. I'd forgotten it until yesterday, but there was a point where he'd worked out I'd forgotten the Don died, and he said he'd remember it for me.

later

[suddenlybees]

[ Raven would never smile at Kano and so it must be the second prompt, where Kano pokes his head past the doorway to the pool hall and then places his head back on his neck when he sees it's just Raven. Raven wouldn't care, right? Yeah.

Zero eye contact while he walks inside and gently ducks behind the bar and starts reading vodka labels. ]

[laid]

[WOULDN'T CARE ABOUT WHAT? YOUR 12 YEAR OLD ASS DRINKING? WE'VE DONE THIS SONG AND DANCE BEFORE!!]

Hey. There ain't anything for you back there.
[Stop that]

[suddenlybees]

[ How could he possibly destroy his body any more than this?? He is bleeding heavily from his neck and even if he's ducked behind the counter and has been making himself scarce, the smell of blood is still pretty distinct. Maybe the alcohol is for first aid purposes? It's not, but, still. Benefit of the doubt, Raven.

He taps a finger on his ear, then points up at the ceiling. Makes a fist with that hand, splays his fingers, makes a fist again, splays his fingers once more. ]

[laid]

[Raven stares at him for a long moment.]

... I dunno what yer trying to say. Do ya need some bandages?

[He can smell blood!!]

monday

[maidforservice]

[. . . hm!!]

[she slides up next to him, gaze also affixed on the ocean, hands folded neatly in front of herself]

Naturally, if you're in the mood to tell one.

[laid]

[AH, perfect timing.]

Of course. You wanted ta hear more about the Don, didn't you?
[He feels like this was said at some point.]

[maidforservice]

[it absolutely was said at one point, and Sharon perks up a bit!]

I did, yes. Did you remember more about him?

[laid]

[Ah. Haha.]

... I remembered that he died. So I thought maybe it'd be nice to tell some stories about him.
[In memoriam and all that.]

monday!

[siblingless]

A story?

[Curiously. Congrats on your booze, Raven... It looks like Yoshizawa was mostly exploring when he waved her down.]

[laid]

[Yeah she was doing peppy teen things instead of sad 35 year old things. It's fine.]

Yeah. About the craziest guy I've ever met.

[siblingless]

[Staring at him like ???? sir???]

The what now?

[laid]

Don Whitehorse. The first time I met him, he tried ta kill me. And then when I woke up I find he's had my wounds treated and decided I'm gonna work fer him now.

[That is pretty crazy.]