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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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She yelps, except the yelp is just another long string of bubbles. Dadfish is yelling enough, though, it's fine.
Maybe if they explore without getting in its way, they'll be fine???? There's a lot of small rocky places for little fish to hide--
Well except pops zooms straight for one of them because that apparently is a little safer than Hikaru's hands. Woe. She'll take note of where Dad hid himself before circling around the other side of the wreckage. Please let's not find a dead fishy boy. :(]
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No, I'm just kidding. I had a dumber idea in mind. Behind the reef is - another Octopus, a shark, and a little clownfish. They all seem like teens! And they're rolling a joint of seaweed.
Nemo. . . how could you.]
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She has no idea what's going on, but I'll just assume Mob is closer to that commotion than she is and that she cannot see tiny orange child, so she is gonna have to maneuver around the octopus to get a better look. The octopus is currently grumbling about people ruining its meticulous front lawn.
Time for Mob to learn about dank drugs from a shark.]
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Hmm.
She swims right up to the larger octopus and pokes one of its tentacles, before bowing her head apologetically. Hello ma'am, sorry ma'am.
She then points over to the teens, who are all looking rather awkwardly at the lecture they are now getting from a dad fish that's the size of an egg.
She then gets a tentacle wrapped around the hose of her tank and flung off to the side as the octopus starts to yell at the top of its gills - not at dad, but at the younger octopus who now turns a vibrant shade of green and immediately starts to swim away.
well it was nice having air!]
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Meanwhile, over by poor mob,, there is now a second, much larger octopus unearthing from the sand with a booming boomer voice. did Ronald Reagan teach us nothing with those DARE campaigns!!! what kind of shrimp child did he raise!!!
anyway suffice to say mob can join the broken scuba gear party too if siz wants since he might be also getting steamrolled by these drug-hating parents]
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which is bad when you have 0% air
Down she goes as water fills her lungs and her vision starts to black out with her heart ticking a thousand miles a minute, before shuddering to a halt -- only to instantly revive the second she actually, legitimately drowns.
Hello?
Oh. Oh, Kano was right, she really can't--
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Okay well new avoidance of death powers aside she still can't fucking breathe? So she is FRANTICALLY SWIMMING FOR THE SURFACE BEFORE SHE DROWNS AGAIN SO SHE CAN GO GET MOB HELLO?
How you doing buddy]
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