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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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You -- what -- is this blood?! Oh!!
[ RUNNING INTO THE WATER TO WASH IT OFF ]
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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. ]
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The crab lands on his face. And clamps down on his nose. And if he didn't feel like crying before, he does now. ]
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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... ]
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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... ]
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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?!
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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. ]
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The weird hand gesture is lost entirely on her, and also me. what... ]
You lost your voice?
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He points to himself, opens his mouth and points inside it, and then points at Fiora.
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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?
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Kano gestures vaguely to the space around him, holds up two fingers, and shakes his head. ]
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... Can't die twice? That doesn't make it any less gross. And I bet you won't apologize this time, either.
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Does that hurt?
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He frowns a little and looks away at the first bit, because he got his answer even without the charades, so we're not going to talk about eating.
When asked whether it hurts, though, he shakes his head, which is probably a lie with how little he tries to move it. He points to the sky? And sort of wiggles his fingers above his head. ]
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At least she can interpret a headshake properly - although, yes, she has some serious doubts, because the injury looks terrible. The rest of his charade is a little harder to interpret. ]
... Rain?
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Rain is very close too! Kano grins and tents his fingers over his head. ]
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[ Fiora is already getting frustrated. ]
I really don't know what you're trying to say to me...
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Oh well.
He holds his palm out face up, and with his other hand he pinches his thumb and pointer finger together and traces lines across his palm. He glances up at Fiora and shakes his head. ]
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... It won't close up, your wound? Is that what you mean?
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He digs his PHS out of his pocket and holds it up to Fiora and then points at his mouth. ]
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Oh, you're going to message me? All right.
[ that's her best guess, because she is not assuming that he's telling her to eat her phone. Fiora pulls hers out, too. ]
This better be good.
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He's not showing Fiora his screen. He just looks over at her to see if she received anything. ]
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That didn't work.
[ sigh. ]
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