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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[bisouled]

waking up

[ she rarely has the energy to wake with a start; even now, after death, she emerges from sleep as from a fog, bleary and confused. It takes a few seconds for her to pull herself up into a sitting position, and a few seconds more for her to realize what's happening. Namely, that she's still breathing when her last memory is of being impaled by a pike.

At once, all the fear from that moment comes rushing back, and she lets out a small strangled cry - of surprise or pain, it's not clear, but she's staying right there on the ground, clutching her hands over her chest and crushing her eyes shut. ]

beach

[ later, after getting her bearings and talking shop in the thread above, Fiora can be found at the beach, her reflective plating making her nearly blend in with the white sand in the sun. She's laying on her back, her drones folded out to the side like little metal wings. At first, it looks like she might be asleep, but she's not, even if there's a crab trying to crawl up her foot and she hasn't noticed yet. ]

... I never thought I'd wake up on the beach like this twice.

beach

[suddenlybees]

[ Are her eyes closed... Will Kano be able to shuffle close enough to her to loom over her and bleed onto her face? ]

[bisouled]

[ i'm going to say yes just because that's so gross. not that they'll be closed for long - they snap open as soon as she feels something hit her face, at which point Fiora shrieks in disgust and leaps to her feet. ]

You -- what -- is this blood?! Oh!!

[ RUNNING INTO THE WATER TO WASH IT OFF ]

[suddenlybees]

[ OH- Kano's impression is that Fiora is supposed to be a robot or something and if robots touch water they'll zap everything in it and fry up, so he tries to grab her wrist, fully knowing that if she's that much stronger than him, he's liable to go faceplanting into the sand and have you ever gotten sand in an open wound? It's like glitter, you can't ever get rid of it all. ]

[bisouled]

[ he is tragically wrong; Fiora would be fine if she'd just run off into the waves. Instead, he's suddenly jerking on her hand, and yes, she probably is stronger than him -- but not so much stronger that him losing his balance doesn't make her also lose her balance.

With a yelp, Fiora also falls into the sand. The crab that was on the back of her foot goes flying up into the air. Magnificent. ]

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano lands on his face and the sand immediately gets caked on all over everything, especially as he rolls over onto his back and squeezes his eyes shut until the sand settles.

The crab lands on his face. And clamps down on his nose. And if he didn't feel like crying before, he does now. ]

[bisouled]

[ Fiora manages not to land right on her face, thanks to having good reflexes. But the blood is still there. And it's going to take forever to clean all the sand out of her joints. ]

Ugh! You're the worst!

[ she yells this out again before scrambling to her feet and jumping straight into the waves. enjoy your crab while she disinfects her face... ]

[suddenlybees]

[ She was already lying on the sand, how could she blame him for that!!!

But there's really nothing he can do until she's out of the water and in ambush range again, so he takes the time to peel the crab off his face, fingers working to pry the claw apart to the point that they're bleeding too, but pain doesn't matter so much as it being annoying to have a crab on his face when he's doing what he needs to do.

He keeps a close eye on the water, though. There doesn't seem to be any zapping... ]

[bisouled]

[ it's his fault now.

there is indeed no zapping. An angry cyborg emerges from the surf after a handful of seconds, looking no worse for wear outside of her hair being wet and her brow being furrowed. Also, she is yelling at him immediately as she stomps her way back up the shore. ]

I was all ready to give you a second chance, and this is what I get! Do you have a problem with me or something? [ a beat. ] -- Why is your face covered in blood?!

[suddenlybees]

[ He was going to be given a second chance? There's the look of utter bafflement at that statement, hands dropping to his lap and showing that it's not just his face that's covered in blood, but his neck and soaked into the front of his shirt as well, much more damage than a single crab could have done.

He makes two fists and places them side by side, thumbs together, and then sort of rolls them so his wrists are touching instead and his thumbs stay together the entire time. ]

[bisouled]

[ well. he looks horrible. Fiora gasps, recoiling a little at the sight of him, and if it wasn't for the fact that they're all already dead, she'd probably run over.

The weird hand gesture is lost entirely on her, and also me. what... ]

You lost your voice?

[suddenlybees]

[ ...He's going to assume she's asked because of the charades, not as a guess to the charades, so he nods. He lost his voice! And possibly the entire voicebox! But it's okay, because he still has his hands and also zero problems communicating.

He points to himself, opens his mouth and points inside it, and then points at Fiora.

? ]

[bisouled]

[ ... she's just getting more confused. Her brows knit together. ]

I... have no idea what that means.

[ she's not going to eat him, which is the only thing coming to mind with that gesture. ]

What's the big idea, anyway? If you wanted my attention, you could have just given me a shake! Now what if I get sick?

beach!

[siblingless]

[The crab is preparing for the inevitable crab rave. Yoshizawa peers at her curiously from where she's currently stretching, apparently getting ready for a jog by the beach.]

Twice?

[A little absentmindedly, like she didn't quite mean to comment.]

[bisouled]

Yeah. Back home, I fell all the way off the top of the Mechonis into the ocean. I should have been a goner for sure... but somehow, I survived. It was luck, I guess. I die hard.

[ she feels like she's forgetting something, but what can she do, at this point? ]

[siblingless]

Oh—

[Well, that's not quite what she expected to hear. She blinks at her, eyes wide.]

... I'm sorry that happened to you. I guess both times haven't been so pleasant, have they?

[bisouled]

I mean... it's dying, right? I don't think it would ever really be pleasant.

[ she's certain sumi had it way worse, for starters. but she holds up her hands. ]

I didn't die that other time, though! Someone rescued me, so I was all right. It just feels sort of nostalgic, being here again. Not a lot of beaches where I'm from.

[siblingless]

[She nods, a little unsure...]

W-Well... Now that you're at the beach again, is there anything you would like to do, Fiora-san? It seems like we were lucky with this week's location.

[bisouled]

[ poor sumi... Fiora turns her head to look at her properly, although she is apparently too comfy laying there to get up yet. ]

Something I'd like to do...? I don't know... I haven't really thought about it much.

[ there's a lot on her mind, understandably ]

[siblingless]

That's alright as well.

[Understandable. Take all the time you need to cope with death, Fiora.]

Though if you decide there's something you'd like to do later, you can count on me. We're teammates, so... I'd like to spend more time with you— ah. That is, if it's okay with you.

[bisouled]

Oh... right, you are. I'd almost forgotten.

[ after a moment, she curls up into a sitting position, her drones reorienting themselves on her back with a quiet mechanical hum. ]

Well, I haven't looked around much since I got here -- other than that weird white building, anyway.

[siblingless]

[Watching her, a little amazed by the drones ngl. Fiora, so cool...]

Then... would you like me to show you around? Admittedly, I'm not too familiar with this area either. But we can figure it out together.

[bisouled]

[ at least someone here isn't robo racist ]

Oh... Sure! You must know more than I do. I can't even tell what all those big things are.

[ she means the rides... ]

[siblingless]

"Big things?"

[Glancing around. There are a lot of big things... mostly rides.]

Which ones do you mean?

[bisouled]

Have you seen that enormous wheel over by the boardwalk?