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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[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!!]

[suddenlybees]

[ No, he doesn't need bandages. He pulls a bloody roll of half unraveled duct tape out of his hoodie pocket and sets it on the counter. Been there, done that. ]

[laid]

[Gets up to go look at that, since he doesn't know what duct tape is from a distance.]

Wh- This is just tape! Ya can't just tape yer injury up! It's gonna get infected if it can't breathe!

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano laughs, causing blood to bubble up from his neck and mouth and spill out onto his clothes.

He takes his finger and draws a line straight across his neck. ]

[laid]

[Well that certainly gives Raven a bad shock!]

Man, what a way fer the realm ta screw up...

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano shakes his head, slowly, carefully, so that it doesn't fall off his shoulders.

He places a hand flat on his chest, and smiles. ]

[laid]

[Stares at for another long moment.]

... Do ya think you could write down what you wanna say on yer PHS? I ain't no good at charades.

[suddenlybees]

[ Hmmmmmmmmmmm...

Kano holds his hand out. He's not going to use his own PHS, this is his compromise. ]

[laid]

[This feels like a trap!!!]

You ain't gonna try ta do anything weird or run away with it, are ya?

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano just grins, hand outstretched.

Raven can outrun a noodle boy, can't he? ]

[laid]

[Can he? His bones hurt.

Instead he pauses, before digging a sheet of paper and a pencil out of his pocket, and handing that to Kano instead.]

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano sighs as he pulls the paper and pencil towards him over the counter. ]

Why do you carry this around?

[laid]

Just in case. Came in handy here, didn't it?

[Can't argue with this logic.]

[suddenlybees]

[ He folds the paper into an airplane and tosses it at Raven's face and misses. ]