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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[dawnblushed]

[Yona frowns at the seagull and reaches over to wave her hands at it to shoo it away.]

Hey! Stop that!

[SHE NEEDS TO CHECK IF SHE'S BREATHING.]

[siblingless]

[The seagull tries to bonk Yona on the face, too.

This seagull is fearless. It does not care for her shooing hands.

Sumire still does not move.]

[dawnblushed]

[Yona scowls, grabs the seagull, and yeets it away.

And then leans down to put her ear near Sumire's lips to see if it sounds like she's breathing.]

[siblingless]

[The seagull CAW CAWS as it's yeeted away. It sounds a little like a FUCK YOU.

Sumire is not breathing. Terrible.]

[dawnblushed]

[Oh. Bad.

Well.

Yona read a book with a CPR kiss as a plot point when she was alive, so. First time for everything! She eases Sumire's lips open, then puts her hands over her chest and presses down once or twice. (She doesn't know how many compressions she's supposed to do. She's not CPR certified, she just read a romance novel.)

Then she leans down to put her lips over hers to help her breathe!]

[siblingless]

[Well.



Something gives way and goes crunch in the middle of those few compressions, but that's fine. Yona leans down to press her lips over Sumire's as the ocean laps at their feet. The sun shines down upon them. It is a very picturesque moment. It would perhaps not look out of place between the romance novel Yona read, if that romance novel happened to deal with redhaired girls who stumble across drowned fellows.







And then Sumire ruins this moment by coughing up water when Yona starts to breathe air into her.

Awful.]

[dawnblushed]

[Gross.

Yona jerks back, because a mouthful of gross, coughed-up seawater is not what she wanted. But at least the coughing means Sumire isn't dead! Corpses can't cough, after all.

Eugh.]

Are... are you okay?

[siblingless]

[Coughing up some bits of kelp and sand, too. Ew.]

I— [WHEEZE.] I'm okay. W-What happened?

[dawnblushed]

...I think the whale spit us up.

[siblingless]

[Making a bit of a face as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, and suddenly becomes keenly aware of the whale slime. Oh, no.]

... I remember. [Gross.] Did we— Did we drown?

[Several times??]

[dawnblushed]

[she nods]

...we still have to get that thing out of its throat. But...

[she doesn't want to drown again??]

[siblingless]

[...

closes her eyes, briefly.]

Could we ask him to keep his mouth open this time?

[dawnblushed]

Maybe, but I don't speak whale, so I'm not sure how to ask.

[siblingless]

... Are our PHS waterproof?

[did they have their phs with them while drowning... mystery.]

[dawnblushed]

...maybe?

[did someone drop their phs in water before?? yona can't remember]