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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[suddenlybees]

[ Hm

Alright, he wasn't planning on getting up during this curfew party, but for Mob, Kano gets up so he can sit next to him and poke the marshmallow back on the stick and hand it back to Mob. This time, he will also hold onto the stick with him, so the marshmallow can get nice and charred. ]

[exercisms]

[Oh! Wow! Just sitting and watching, impressed! By back did you mean. . . the one from the sand?]

Thank you! I always panic when it catches fire.

[suddenlybees]

[ Yeah it's this same marshmallow that's fallen into the sand several times now. It's fine? It's fine.

Kano grins at Mob and pulls the stick a little close to them but not so close that Mob can panic drop it and it lands on their feet. He mimes blowing out the fire, but he can't really blow without spurting blood everywhere, so it'll be up to Mob again. ]

[exercisms]

[Blowing at the fire! So now he's got a burnt up sandy marshmallow! He looks so pleased.]

Do you want some of this?

[suddenlybees]

[ There is no way he's going to be able to eat it, so he shakes his head, but gestures for Mob to let go so he can take the stick. Once he has it, he uses his other hand to fan the marshmallow and get it to cool down enough so he can use his hand to pull off the sand crusted outer shell of the marshmallow, leaving just the gooey innards on the stick and passing it back to Mob. This is the part you eat! And why it's okay to just set it on fire, you don't eat the outside of the marshmallow anyways.

The marshmallow crusts get semi-discreetly flicked over towards Vezda's direction. ]

[exercisms]

[Oblivious to Vezda's suffering, eating his sweet marshmallow innards. Thanks, Kano!]

It's good!

[suddenlybees]

[ Right? Yeah. Kano grins back and grabs a new stick and proceeds to skewer five marshmallows onto it, it's a kebab now. He gives this to Mob and still has a roll of bloody duct tape in his pocket so he goes ahead and tapes Mob's hand around that skewer too so now there's no danger of dropping it either.

Burn those mallows to your heart's content. ]

[exercisms]

[Smiling while his hand is duct taped! What a great idea!]

[suddenlybees]

[ There is the distinct feeling that he could dunk Mob's head into the fire and he would still be beaming at him like this as if Kano has a perfectly good reason for doing anything that he does. His intentions are good but only for Mob /:

Mob gets a non-bloody head pat this time. Enjoy your mallows, kiddo ]