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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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just like Kano's dedication to charades and insisting on telling instead of showing.
He juts his thumb over his shoulder. ]
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Yoshizawa stars at him.
And then plucks the floaty from her head, miming throwing it over her shoulder.]
Um?
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But, uh, no- he shakes his hand head also waves both hands for good measure, do not throw away his floaty/neck stabilizer ]
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[Quickly setting the floaty back down on her head. She is once again queen of the pool floaties.]
Then, is there anything else I ought to try away...?
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He pinches his fingers together and draws a wavy line in front of his face. I can reuse charades if I want. ]
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She just stares at him, uncomprehending.]
... Do you have your PHS with you? Perhaps it would be easier if we wrote this down.
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He scrolls to this set of messages and helpfully points at "dont remember" then "time" then "f█ck" ]
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She peers at the sections he's pointing at and just. Blinks.]
You... [HALTINGLY, UNSURE.] You don't remember the time?
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anyways he points at "time" and "f█ck" again in quick succession ]
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[Truly what's important here.]
Would it not be easier to type it out?
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taps away on the PHS before showing her the screen again ]
I'll type it out if you say f_ck.
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F. Ck.
[Literally pronouncing it just like he wrote it. Letter F. CK sound. He didn't include an u???]
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I was thinking maybe you or somebody could stich me up?
Are you any good at that sort of thing?
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I've used a suture kit before but I wasn't really, ah— good at it?
[read: it was a mini-event fake person and it went badly.]
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[ As long as his head stays attached, it doesn't matter how messy it is. He's sure it would be fine. ]
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[Kano, please have better standards for your medical treatment.]