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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Comments

[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.

[frostythehitman]

[ He squints like he's trying to find something in the distance through a thick haze of fog. ]

...oh yeah.

That was the week I was--[ catastrophically drunk? ] well.

You had weird hair that week, right? I thought you just wanted a style change.

[laid]

[A beat. Oh right. He'd tried to forget about the vomiting, that's probably why he forgot how drunk Bucky was then.]

... No. I forgot meeting the man who made me "Raven" so I could only remember the man I was before, Schwann Oltorain.

[frostythehitman]

Huh.

So you used to be Schwann, until this guy came along and gave you a new name...and a new hairdo?

[laid]

Nah, I had ta be both of 'em for the better part of ten years. Needed ta look as different as possible.
[Swapping back and forth.]

Schwann's a lot gloomier too.

[frostythehitman]

Oh, secret identity stuff. [ He nods in understanding. He knows all about secret identity stuff! ]

Was the gloominess also part of emphasizing the differences?

[laid]

Right. Schwann and Raven work fer opposing sides, after all. [That's certainly one way to be a double agent, right.]

Anyway, don't worry about that guy. It's just old Raven now. You wanna hear a story or not?
[Forget Schwann and his depressed ass!!!]

[frostythehitman]

[ Opposing sides, huh? His respect for Raven goes up a little bit. Sure, he and Cap had had secret identities, but they'd never been double agents. That's a mess of another order of magnitude.

(Somewhere in the background, the ghost of comics future is laughing at him.)

Anyway he'd comment on it but now Raven's trying to move it along, so he just scoffs. ]

You're the one who brought him up in the first place.

[ So? Go on! ]

[laid]

[Waves this away!!! He just brought him up to explain the situation!!]

Anyway, you would've liked the Don. He was a guy who always liked a good fight, same and you an' Yuri.

[frostythehitman]

[ well. after last week, being called someone who "likes a good fight" smarts a bit, but damned if he's gonna let it show. ]

Yeah? And who is this 'the Don'? Anyone who's got a 'the' in front of their name is someone, alright.

[laid]

[He laughs.]

Oh, sure. Don Whitehorse is the leader of the Guild Union. That means more or less anyone who wants ta live outside the empire ultimately answers ta him.

[frostythehitman]

So he's basically running an alternate empire then.

Friends in high places, huh?

[laid]

I guess you could say that? But the guild union's a lot less strictly governed than the empire. It's more like Altosk, our guild, steps in ta mediate if other guilds ask for it or are causin' a big enough problem that it affects a lot of people.

I just worked fer him, so it's not like I had a lot of pull or anything.

[frostythehitman]

Uh, alright.

[ politics in your world sound fuckin weird, my dude. ]

And what's any of that got to do with your name?

[laid]

[That's because they are.]

The Don's the one who gave me the name Raven, obviously.
[Keep up, Bucky!!]

And with it, the chance ta at least pretend ta be someone else than the miserable guy I was back then.

[frostythehitman]

It's just that easy, huh?