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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[battling]

[Now that he has gotten out of spooning, he makes his way over to Lila.]

Look pretty good, Little Miss.

[wtfox]

[she waves a hand]

No broken bones, which is more than I expected after that farce of an expulsion. [...she's been listening in, so - ]

...Rupert and Byleth, huh?

[battling]

[He nods.]

Yeah, those were the two. Somethin' about the world trying to assimilate people into believing we're supposed to be here. If that happens we'll never be able to return. Or something.

So... Why are we here instead of lost to nothingness?

[wtfox]

That's what he was told, too.

[she nods at lan wangji. her expression doesn't look like she really believes it, but...]

I don't know. I'd like to get out, but apparently the door is locked and the bear lost its keys.

[battling]

... When did he lose 'em?

[wtfox]

It's been at least a week. I looked for them when I got here, but couldn't find them. [...] We wondered if maybe they got dropped outside and the door locked behind it, so we used those [she points at the old-fashioned laptops] to send a message to the rest of you. It should show up in the cafeteria next week.

[battling]

Huh. Least we got somethin' to communicate fer now.

It said something like... "Lights, Camera, Action" this week. Apparently all of this is some kinda canceled TV show.

Also "Luke" isn't his real name. Somethin' similar happened with "Chad". Dunno about the other two.

[wtfox]

Yeah, that was them.

[she gestures at kaoruko and hiyori... the stage actress and an idol.]

The bear said they tried to use it, but started fighting. [after a moment, she slides some papers over to him.] Lan Wangji started working on this. Would you mind adding in what you know?

[battling]

Huh. Maybe that's why it dissolved into gibberish.

[Sure, he'll add what he knows in a green.]

More we pool our resources the more easily we can figure shit out.

[wtfox]

Mmhm. He said something altered his thinking, the night he died, so - if that can still happen, better to get as much down in writing as possible, right?

[since that probably won't be quite as easy to alter.]

[battling]

Smart thinkin'.

Nothin' happened to my thoughts, but I was gonna fight 'em either way.

[wtfox]

[


that actually gets her to smile.]

Good.

[battling]

I'm a North Wizard. I got my pride.

[wtfox]

...well, let's put that pride of yours to good use. I don't know about you, but I refuse to spend the rest of my time sitting in a stupid daycare center.

[battling]

This ain't the afterlife I wanna be trapped in.

[wtfox]

How about let's not be trapped in an afterlife at all and just get back to our actual lives?

[battling]

[Very bluntly:] We'll all die one day.

This ain't my final restin' place.

[wtfox]

[just as bluntly in return:]

It's not mine, either.

[battling]

Guess we'll just have to do what we can from this...

...

[Where the fuck are they.]

Place.

[wtfox]

However much that might be. The glass won't shatter, unfortunately. [even though they can see the yard right there!!] And there's the matter of the bear's keys...

Hopefully we'll get more information, somehow. The bear said the activity we did earlier in the week would help, but I haven't seen any sign of that yet.

[monday, though...! hypothetically.]

[battling]

Nothin' instant on this side, huh?

Sucks, ain't like I can use magic here either.

[wtfox]

Not so far. [she sighs.] It's been a whole lot of waiting, and I don't like waiting very much.

[battling]

Don't know anybody who does.

Love t' break a window and get out that way.

[wtfox]

Unfortunately, that won't work.

[alas.]

[battling]

Already gave it a try, huh? Damn.