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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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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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On the one hand, yeah, the fire is out and the burning has stopped.
On the other hand, he has multiple gaping injuries and a FRESH BURN WOUND getting soaked in saltwater. So, yeah, now he's hissing in pain and scrambling his way back to dry land like an angry cat caught in the rain. ]
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She is absolutely realizing this was a bad idea after the damage has been done. Oops.]
I'm so, so sorry! [Bowing profusely, fussing. Generally being a messy, sweaty teen mess.] I— I'll fetch some fresh water or something! Please, don't move!
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He wants to decline, say he's fine or that he can just take care of it himself, but, well. Her going and getting some fresh water would actually be the best course of action here.
And also he's still hissing in pain and isn't really in the mindframe to like. talk. so. ]
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What's the state of the Bucky when she returns after, like, eight minutes or something. She ran.]