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 OLD MEN VS DOUBLE ARIEL

[frostythehitman]

[ Oh this scuba suit is definitely uncomfortable for his injuries, and it is slowly going to fill up with blood seeping out of his wounds, but it's fine. This is fine!

What's less fine is the two mermaids screeching at each other. Vezda tries to cover his ears to block the noise, but, well, the scuba helmet kind of prevents him from managing that!

Well. Time for his ears to bleed now too, i guess. ]

[laid]

[We are both just going to peel off the scuba suit to release a torrent of blood. It's fine! That's later.

For now, Raven is trying to do damage control.]

Ladies, ladies, there's surely a better way to resolve this!
[Like, lets go one at a time!!! At least!!!]

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda sees Raven trying to say something, but, well. He hears nothing. And neither do the mermaids, who continue screeching at each other. Vezda points aggressively at his ears inside the scuba helmet. HEY, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU, DIPSHIT ]

[laid]

[LISTEN he's never dealt with scuba gear before and he's used to magic???

Anyway this means he had no choice but to wave his hands about wildly until the mermaids have no choice but to look over at this idiot? What is he doing?

But Raven still has no idea how to go about communicating underwater so he looks over at Bucky. Ball's in your court.]

[frostythehitman]

[ oh god. oh no. you mean he's actually supposed to do something now?

okay, think it through. They're arguing over who's the better singer, and ties will just make them angry. They sound equally horrible, but...

Vezda chooses one at random and points to her. There, that one. She's the winner.

Yeah, the other mermaid will still get mad, but he'd rather deal with one angry mermaid than two. ]

[laid]

[BUCKY?? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET TO 30 COMMENTS IF YOU JUST DO THAT?

Anyway yeah the other mermaid is mad at the choice, and starts demanding to know on what grounds Bucky is making that decision?? And who made him the boss?

Raven points back up to the surface. He feels like they need to regroup and have a plan.]

[frostythehitman]

[ I THOUGHT MAYBE WE COULD JUST FIGHT MERMAIDS FOR 30 COMMENTS, IDK

But that's fine, he'll follow Raven's cue and kick upwards to the surface. Hopefully the mermaids will wait patiently for them. ]

[laid]

[FIGHT AS IN FISTFIGHT??? Anyway;]

We can't just pick arbitrarily, Freezer burn. There's gotta be a better way ta settle this.

[frostythehitman]

[ indignantly: ]

Freezerb--?!

[ Nope. Nope. There's more important stuff to think about right now. ]

Well, what bright ideas have you got, then?

[laid]

I dunno, maybe if we establish some sort of criteria it'll feel more fair?

[Even though they sound equally terrible.]

[frostythehitman]

...Huh. Alright. What kind of criteria are you thinking?