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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Comments

[ercnerd]

[(ಠ_ಠ)]

This isn't exactly a large room . . .

[floristic]

I move to a different corner.

[ercnerd]

You know, you're going to run out of room eventually.

[floristic]

There was no one here I wanted to talk to.

[ SOME PEOPLE HERE HELPED GET HER CAUGHT!! LILA!!!!!! ]

[ercnerd]

. . . Is that still true?

[floristic]

[ she opens her mouth

closes it.



and just huffs. ]

I didn't say that!

[ercnerd]

It's all right, Blue. This is by no means a joyous occasion, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying a familiar face.

[He looks around the room at everyone . . . but Rupert.]

You'll get bored if you stay in the corner by yourself all the time.

[floristic]

I... guess...

I mostly just keep practicing to keep myself occupied.

[ercnerd]

Still? That's dedication. What are you practicing with?

[floristic]

[ she points to wherever hiyori is ]

[ercnerd]

. . . What were you practicing, again?

[floristic]

Well, it turned out that our career fields are a little similar. So practice in regards to that, but he also said I owe him so he wants some combat practice.

[ercnerd]

Oh? . . . Does that mean you two have made up?

[floristic]

... it's complicated.

But we were the only two here besides the bear for a little while, so we had time to talk.

[ercnerd]

That's good.

It's also good that you've been practicing. How unfortunate would it have been if I'd woken up to find you'd let yourself go in just a few weeks?

[floristic]

Let myself go?! Who do you think you're talking to!

[ she pulls on his shirt??? RUDE. ]

[ercnerd]

Hahaha.

[He brings his right, freshly healed hand up and brings it down to pat her on the head.]

You're Hanayagi Kaoruko . . . But, to me, you're Blue.

[floristic]

[ oh.

her expression crumbles, for a second, but she manages to reel it back in for the most part. still, there's a hint of a deeper emotion behind her smile. ]

Such an uncute nickname!

[ercnerd]

[He retracts his hand.]

All right, I think I've bothered you enough. Come and wake me if you ever get tired of rotating corners.

[floristic]

[ she'll wave him off. ]

Yeah, yeah. Hmph.