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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TEAM MAID FOR CHURCH

[maidforservice]

[Sharon is. . . not at all familiar with deep underwater diving in suits like this?? so she definitely takes a while to marvel at the technology before they finally dip into the water]

[and immediately come across a hungry shark]

[. . .]

[she just gives a glance at Shiro, expression completely unreadable behind the scuba diving mask, and hey! let's ignore the fact that she is BLEEDING PROFUSELY from a wound in her back. and even though she has bandaged it by now, the bandages are now super soggy and there may be. . . a faint splotch of red accumulating on the back of her scuba diving suit now]

[lionson]

[Sharon is not the only one hesitating here, because he sure has a bleeding wound on his chest. Hungry shark please don't eat them.

He glances to Sharon as if to say 'the fuck do we do now?' He brought some beach food but that might not be tasty to sharks. It's also melting in the water.]

[maidforservice]

[the shark is also. . . kind of circling them in the water, giving them thoughtful looks as she does so. as thoughtful as a shark can look, anyway]

[Hmmmm. . . I do hear that people are all the rage in the fancy restaurants as of late!! And you do smell delicious--]

[and at that, Sharon waves her arms at the shark and shakes her head vigorously. NO. NONE EAT!!]

[lionson]

[Shiro is ready to punch a shark if the shark causes any trouble.

But before punching, there is another attempt to be made: a raw fish. Shiro tries to throw it to the shark, but throwing underwater is laughable.]

[maidforservice]

[yeah, uh. "throwing" is more like. "the fish floats serenely through the water towards the shark." the shark who is making a face at the raw fish and batting it aside with a fin]

[Ugh, sushi?? I like, totally had that last night! come up with something more original!]

[Sharon taps her cheek with one finger, before she reaches out to mime stirring something in a pot. she can cook something! if. . . the shark will let her go!!]

[lionson]

[Cooking for a shark...

Okay, sure. Shiro will grab for the fish and they can try to swim to shore before the shark decides to eat them. Fish stew might be a better idea.

The shark does look hungry though...that might be a look of contemplation in her eyes.]

[maidforservice]

[fortunately the look of contemplating isn't enough to get her to stop them, and Sharon climbs out of the water and back onto the pier, removing the snorkel from her mouth to let out a small sigh]

[FINALLY THEY CAN TALK AGAIN]

I'm afraid I'm not well-versed on popular shark cuisine. [a bit dry] Are you, Master Shiro?

[lionson]

[Time to not get eaten today!]

Not a clue. I thought the fish would do it.

Do we gotta cook for this thing?

[maidforservice]

She seemed rather uninterested in "sushi."

[hm. moving from the pier back to the mansion, still wearing the-- uh. diving suit]

And I suppose so. At least, that's my intention. I'm certain I can make something that maintains it's delectable flavor even under water.

[lionson]

[Waddling in those suits is Suffering.]

We could get her to poke her head above water too, and just dump itin.

[maidforservice]

Oh. . .! That's a bright idea, too.

[less time in the water means less time BLEEDING IN THE WATER and attracting a hungry shark's sharp teeth]

[lionson]

[That's his thought too, less time in the water is less time to be eaten.]

A soup might be a good idea. Or a stew. Sharks don't really chew, yeah?

[maidforservice]

They don't? [not a shark expert Sharon Kreuger] If not, then what do they do with all of those teeth?

[ANYWAY THEY'RE GONNA ENTER THE MANSION AGAIN WHILE STILL DRESSED IN SCUBA GEAR, it's all totally fine]

[lionson]

[WADDLE WADDLE wet footprints everywhere.]

I think it's like a cat, where they bite and tear? But they don't chew.

[maidforservice]

I see.

[she ain't no zoologist]

Then perhaps a pâté of some sort?

[lionson]

Fish pate? With like...tomatoes on top, or something?

[maidforservice]

Perhaps not fish. . . she didn't seem intrigued by the idea of sushi. I was thinking crab, or shrimp.

[claps her hands together as they enter the kitchen]

Both can be fried into a delicious cake after being pulverized.

[lionson]

What about crab cakes then? Those are pretty good. And if we're just dumping them in her mouth we can dump the sauce in there too.

[maidforservice]

Wonderful!

[already fetching the pans and pots she'll need for this SHARK MEAL]

Would you mind assisting me in this endeavor, Master Shiro? I'll need your assistance in making the side dish.

[lionson]

Of course! If you make the crab cakes, I'll make the sauce to go with it.

[maidforservice]

Heehee. We'll make a perfect team, then. ♥

[time to work!! Sharon is a damn good cook, so it isn't long before the kitchen is filled with the delectable smells of CRAB CAKES]

[lionson]

[On one hand, we have Master Chef Sharon.

On the other, we have 'my 15-year-old is a better cook than me' Shiro.

That sauce is going to be a little runny and salty.]

[maidforservice]

[that's. that's fine. Sharon is going to taste the sauce while her crab cakes fry, and for a moment she is just. staring into the distance with the spoon held up to her mouth]

My. . .

[hm!]

. . . you may need to thicken it a bit.

[lionson]

Right. Flour, yeah?

[He remembers THAT much. Hopefully he doesn't put too much in.]

My kid's better at this than I am.

[maidforservice]

I prefer cornstarch, actually. Mix a tablespoon with a tablespoon of water before pouring it into the sauce and see if that helps.

[brb she is fetching the fried crab cakes from the pan and placing them on a paper towel to dry and cool]

And when you return home, you should ask your children for lessons.

[A LIGHT TEASE]