GRAVEYARD

[dormheads]

graveyard

students 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.

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[souheki]

Hm.

[SOUNDS VIOLENT.

But I do not wish to consider modao creation myths so he’s just going to accept it and get to work on this stupid art project.

…

…

…At least, he’d like to. But instead, he finds himself popping another raw macaroni in his mouth, then narrowing his eyes slightly as it bites him again. WHY THIS]

[wtfox]

[she does the same thing!



except she spits it out onto the ground and then crushes it beneath her heel.]

[souheki]

[He sighs.]

This will be difficult.

[DO THEY HAVE TO DO THIS]

[wtfox]

Why did the bear give us something that could hurt us?

[ why! :( does principal bear! :( hate them!]

[souheki]

Perhaps because they are easily crushed.

[He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna make it into paint.]

[wtfox]

[it's still macaroni art if they do the art with a macaroni-based paint...]

Should we just, like, crush them all then?

[souheki]

[No one said the macaroni had to be whole.]

Mm.

[Gracefully, he gets to his feet.]

Please place them on the floor.

[wtfox]

[did he say place?



lila is just dumping all of the macaroni onto the floor. farewell.]

[souheki]

[SMALL FROWN… he kneels down, carefully gathering all the pieces into a small pile. Look at this extra work you made him do.

But that done, he pulls back his fist, and, with seemingly not that much effort, brings it down hard enough—not only to crush the pasta, but to leave a small dent in the floor.

Oops.]

[wtfox]

[


hello.]

Oh, wow! You really would have been able to defend yourself if you'd wanted to, huh?

[souheki]

I'd intended to.

[wtfox]

But they convinced you not to...

[should.

should they start gathering up the macaroni dust.]

[souheki]

No.

[Well, yes. But also no, not how she's thinking of it. And yeah, she can help if she wants--he's starting to do just that.]

After we spoke. When my thoughts were altered.

[Before that, he'd been willing to sit and listen, to ask questions.]

[wtfox]

Wait, so - something about this place made you fight back?

[she kneels down and starts gathering the mac dust as she speaks.]

[souheki]

Mm.

[It's a sound of dissent, this time.]

My decision. [So it wasn't like in the executions, where he was forced to fight--that was something he'd intended to do himself.] But it was a choice I made while my mind was unclear.

[wtfox]

Oh...

[something about that seems to click for her, and she nods.]

I see. That makes sense, to an extent.

[souheki]

[A small nod. He doesn't sigh, but he kind of looks like he wants to. He moves to get a bowl from--somewhere, I don't know, it's probably plastic but it's fine. This isn't quite as good as painting with spices but it'll do. They can touch it up with some real paint, who's gonna stop them?]

Given the choice, I would have spoken with them further. [Since he obviously had a thousand more questions, like anyone else would have.] I'd intended to ask them about Kaoruko.

[wtfox]

[she doesn't know how to make paint out of mac debris so once they get it into the bowl, she'll leave it to him. but she'll be observing.]

I wonder... [she hums, glancing in the direction of the mod characters, wherever they may be.] ...if she did it for the same reason, I'm a little surprised she didn't make more of an effort to be caught. Supposedly it's safer here, right?

For that matter, I'm surprised your killers didn't try to be caught. Unless they were trying to "save" more people by getting someone unrelated expelled.

[souheki]

[Once it's in the bowl, he's just going to get some water and use it like a watercolor, honestly. This probably doesn't actually work in the real world of physics but you can do it with spices so whatever. I'M IN CHARGE HERE KICKS LOGIC OUT OF THE WAY

As far as Otome and Rupert (and Kaoruko, kind of) go, though, well... privately, he's hoping that they've spoken to others in private about this. That they're keeping quiet so as not to trigger more instances like what happened with him. That they're genuinely trying to "save" as many people as possible, the best way they know how.

But he's not naive enough, or sociable enough, to put full trust in people he barely knows. He isn't going to make assumptions in their favor, or against it--he just shakes his head slightly.]

I will endeavor to ask, should we find a reliable method of communication.

[Not on the marquee, probably.]

[wtfox]

Good idea. If we find something, I'll ask, too - if the way they acted wasn't just a front, they'll probably feel like they owe me answers.

[honestly, they owe lan wangji answers, too, but it sounds like they had a little time to try and provide them before the murder actually happened.]

And in the meantime, we can document what we hear from the others who end up here.