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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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[inwardly screams]

H-hey, no! Come on, you gotta make it a little different instead of just laughing at me when I'm wrong...!

[ Maybe this will be clearer:

He points at Hikaru.

Waves his hands around in the air.

Then gives her a thumbs down and lowers his hand allllllll the way so that his thumb touches the ground. ]

[she's getting roasted]

I'm trying my best! And you're smiling, so... who cares if I'm getting it all wrong? If it was really important, you'd find another way to tell me, even if I was being stupid.

[ When is he ever not smiling? It's more significant when he stops, than making him smile in the first place.

He taps his fingers to his chin briefly and then reaches out to poke Hikaru square in the middle of the forehead. ]

[is he calling her stupid? this feels like him calling her stupid

she just pouts further]

I know, I know.

I'd rather you be able to laugh then not have anybody at all to talk to.

[ Sort of. Yeah.

But wow! Is she saying Kano has no other friends here?? Basically, yes, but still! wow! ]

[ITS NOT HILARIOUSLY but I can see why he thinks that fair point]

... Did I say something weird?

[She tugs at one of her ears, embarrassed.]

I know you'd run away if you didn't want me to at least try or anything. But I'd be a bad friend if I couldn't... you know, try to learn a little more?

Y-you can tell me if I'm overdoing it, though.

[ Again she says they're friends and Kano is so taken aback at that. After the initial shock, he numbly shakes his head, though to which question it isn't clear.

He does pull his hood over his head and hold both hands up over his face, though. ]

Eh?

Shuuya, hey-- [Her voice softens a little, crossing the distance to reach up and place the fingertips of one hand against his knuckles - not prying, but damn it if he isn't gonna look at her she will let him know she is still here.]

Look at me? Please?

[ No! This is still charades! It's charades for he is shy and don't look at him /:

He will shift one finger to the side and peer at Hikaru through the gap. ]

[what is being shy, can you eat it

She just gives him a careful smile.]

I won't ever ask you to feel the same. You have a lot to do that you have to do alone, no matter what.

But I wouldn't have promised to find you if you weren't somebody important to me. That's not something you gotta feel bad about. Okay?

[ It's not something he feels bad about, he's just intensely mortified and feels like dying all over again just hearing this.

He slowly lowers one hand, but it's to poke her on the forehead again. And yeah, it means she's stupid. ]

[BEING MORTIFIED IS FEELING BAD, KANO

but hey she gave him stupid rights so she just lets him do that... she is gonna end up with a bruise in the middle of her forehead by the end of the week]

I know. It's my selfish choice, remember?

You... um... look like you're gonna throw up, though, so... I told you to be honest if you can, okay? I can't control your feelings, and you can't control mine. Just let them be what they are and don't think about it too much, okay? That's sort of what you'd tell me, right?

[She carefully reaches up for that hand, keeping her grip loose.]

You wanna go try to play one of those weird impossible games by the boardwalk and see how long it takes for them to let us actually win?

[ The truth is, Hikaru has bad taste in friends. But Kano is very good at keeping things how they are and not acknowledging them whatsoever, so okay, he drops his other hand too so he can take Hikaru's with one hand and with his other hold up all 5 fingers.

Bet he can win those games. ]

[Hikaru attempts to befriend every single villian in her canon outside the people she had to kill, Kano, you're kind of a softball for her if you won't even possess her or try to murder her.

Alright but the idea of friendly competition makes her eyes light up.]

Bet I can beat 'em first.

[You're on, noodle boy.]

[ He gestures at the games: choose one to lose at. ]

[She nabs a bubblegum-colored lollipop as they round the corner back onto the boardwalk, letting the stick jut out the corner of her mouth as she looks through what's available aka as I google bc I haven't been to fair games in like years.

He can absolutely drag her to something else.]

[ I don't know either. UH. Dunk tank. This isn't a competitive game but Kano sees a dunk tank and he immediately redirects Hikaru thataway, she gets to sit inside the tank first. ]

[There are meaner things to do to a girl. She doesn't seem to mind in the least, easily kicking off her shoes and being directed onto the little platform where she sits with her chin in her hands, bare feet easily swinging off the edge.

Dunk her, she dares you. She has zero fear.]

[ Kano forgoes the rubber ball and walks straight over to the target and presses it and dunks Hikaru into the water with his own hands. ]

Hey, no, you're supposed to stand over th--

[And then she immediately yelps as she gets dropped straight into the water. A+ splash.]

[ It's not breaking rules if he claims he doesn't know them! There's a target, he hit it, and Hikaru gets dunked- that's all that matters here.

Also he's running away before she can get him into the tank and do the same to him. ]

[CHEATER

It takes her enough time to get out of the tank that she has genuinely lost sight of him by the time she's back on her feet. Ugh.

Time to start wandering the carnival in a dripping wet outfit, barefoot and still openly bleeding down her shoulder.]

GRAVEYARD

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