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GRAVEYARD
graveyardstudents in time out: 10
It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.
But it's not.
When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!
Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.
There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.
Huh.
Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.
WEEK 4 UPDATES
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[He pauses in his writing, staring down at it as he thinks.]
...they are unlikely to believe anything we have learned. [They aren't even sure if it's true or not themselves, so it's probably best not to bother throwing that information out just yet--they need to learn more, too. Somehow. He glances at Principal Bear and sighs quietly.] Perhaps it is best to focus on escaping here.
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[since
the bear is
stuck in here with them? conceivably?]
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Mm. Agreed.
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lila shakes out a couple more puffs and eats them.]
...but that doesn't really leave us much we can do ourselves, does it? [she glances at his papers.] What are you working on?
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ANYWAY he will turn the paper in her direction! It's very hard to write in crisp, refined letters with crayons, but he's doing the best he can.]
Documenting our information. [And indeed, she'll see a written account of everything they've learned thus far, from their arrival to everything he told her about his death. It's not a lot, because he wasn't able to learn much before he died, but still.] Maintaining written records may be useful.
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[alas, lila knows nothing new. she just knows what he knows, and what he overheard from her conversation with the principal.]
If what you were told is true, those two are going to try and "save" someone again. Which means more people will be joining us, which means it'll be good if we can just have them read up instead of having to explain it over and over and over.
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…If they can truly tamper with our minds, this may help.
[Believing that everything here was perfectly normal, that there was nothing strange about their situation at all… if something like that happens again, he knows he, at least, will need something undeniably tangible to be convinced otherwise.]
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[that's a sobering thought. something physical, that can't be so easily altered, will be good. just in case.
she snags a dark orange crayon.]
Okay, I'll help.
[she's still mad about this entire situation but she'll behave so they can get down to business.]