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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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Okay! [Reaching for the marshmallows to skewer one on his stick.] Just, um, be careful, Kano-san. You're really injured.
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He pulls it out, still flaming, looks around for Vezda, pulls the top end of the stick back and... maybe feels a little bad because Sumi is RIGHT THERE... so he blows the fire out and lets go and flings the gooey marshmallow at the back of Vezda's head. ]
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Kano-san—!
[SHE SOUNDS SO BETRAYED? TERRIBLE.]
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There is zero guilt on Kano's face as he laughs silently, no shame as he turns back to Sumi and tents his fingers and points towards the sky and clasps his hands together like this is a series of gestures that makes perfect sense. ]
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pulls the marshmallow bag close to her chest, staring at him with the most disappointed look on her face. Kano! She was rooting for you!!]
... I don't understand what you just said, but I won't be lending you a hand until you apologize.
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He points to the sky again, draws a cross over his chest, and then presses his fist into his other hand. ]
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Yeah, she doesn't know what that means.
"I won't be lending you a hand until you apologize," she says, halfway through pulling out her PHS so he can use it to communicate. Sumire, why.]
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"Divine retribution."
He did something unforgiveable to somebody I care about, and doesn't remember.
So I won't apologize.
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She's blatantly startled by this, but she nods.]
... I can't say I approve of your, um, methods. [Kano, your gremlin ways.] But I understand your position as well. I hope he recovers that memory so he can offer your friend a proper apology, and you can all— ah, put this behind you?
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[You do you, Kano, even if it's not her own style.]
Um... Your friend. Are they alright?
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Mm... I think so. They're pretty tough, you know! Not the sorta person who'd let this sorta thing get them down.
[ He leans in conspiratorially so he can mock whisper ]
I was this close to convincing them to punch Vezda in the face, but they've got inhuman self-restraint. A real pity!
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