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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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He grabs five marshmallows--fuck you, it's not hogging--pierces one on each of the fingers on his metal left hand, and then just jams his entire arm straight into the fire. Because Vezda only believes in charred marshmallows. ]
Ha! I can't believe this works. Maybe this arm's not so bad after all.
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(yes he extremely is) ]
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Kano is not saying anything he is just staring at Vezda like watching a slow motion train wreck ]
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except it's starting not to be. the heat is crawling up the arm gradually and his shoulder is getting uncomfortable. He keeps his hand in the fire, but rolls his shoulder to try and alleviate some of the building heat and pressure.
(a little more blood dribbles out from the seam between the metal and his skin) ]
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It'll be okay, maybe. If Vezda starts screaming, Shiro is here to slam dunk him into the ocean. ]
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Suddenly the arm feels like it's searing at the shoulder and he yelps, violently jerking his hand out of the fire and stumbling back.
The marshmallows on his fingers, however, are still ablaze, so now not only is his arm unbearably hot, he's also waving a fire around in his alarm. ]
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scoops up an armful of sand and hurls it at Vezda's entire being ]
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At least the marshmallow fire is out. ]
Hey, what the hell was that for? I had it under control!
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He looks sadly at the marshmallows. What a waste. ]
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fine, two can play at that game! He grabs a fistful of sand himself, with the flesh arm, and throws it at Kano.
Also, what do you mean, 'a waste'? Once his mouth is free of sand, he bites into the first marshmallow on his pointer finger. A little sandy but still perfectly good!!!! ]
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Vezda shoving sandy marshmallow that is more sand than marshmallow into his mouth is also ugh.
He hopes Sumi will hand him a marshmallow in that other thread soon. ]
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[SIR? IT'S ATTACHED TO HUMAN FLESH?]
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[ He gives the bicep of the arm a couple of knocks, with a hollow ringing noise, looking extremely proud of himself. ]
Must be the only good part of losing an arm.
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... Um, and the heat won't reach your shoulder or anything?
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...probably not.
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Probably?!
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[SWEATY.]
I'm sorry. It seems like such an advanced prosthesis, I thought...
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Eh, whatever. The important thing is, I've got a built-in marshmallow roasting machine.
[ By this point, though, the heat has indeed traveled up the metal of his arm to the flesh of his shoulder and the pain suddenly becomes searing. He yanks his arm out of the fire and immediately grips his shoulder, which is now bleeding and also has just burned his flesh hand too. ]
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She could respond to that, except nature has taken its course and now Bucky is burning himself. Oh my god.]
—Vezda-san!
[AHHHHHHHHH
BINCH IS TINY BUT SHE IS STILL A PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE? Don't mind her as she immediately panics and tries to yank by the shirt with all her baby muscle, so she can drag him to the water and dunk him.]
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