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]

[!]

Hell yeah, let's break it.

[He will slide the well mixed batter towards Sieg. He did the hard part, now Sieg has to... pour it...

Hm.]

[ercnerd]

[He looks down at the bowl of batter, then at the small pan between them on the table, and sighs.]

And to think I was looking forward to it . . .

[He tips the bowl onto its side and watches its contents ooze onto the pan. It starts off well enough, but slows to an agonizing crawl halfway.]

[battling]

We'll eat it at the end. Nothin's stoppin' us.

[Except how many times they're going to drop the cake.]

Doesn't gotta be full all the way. Cause of the risin'.

[ercnerd]

You're right. Then this should be good enough, right?

[He tips the bowl back upright and scoops the pan up next. There's a deafening clang when the pan all but flies out of his palm and drops onto the table, where it spins in circles, scattering the batter everywhere.

Sieghart groans.]

[battling]

[Frowns real hard.]

Can we just... say we did it and ate it?

[ercnerd]

[Those words deeply disappoint him. He wanted some chocolate cake.]

There's still some left. Let's try this again . . .

[battling]

[If you're not a coward, you can just eat the batter!

Bradley just watches him.]

[ercnerd]

[It takes longer to pour the batter into the pan this time. Once that's done, Sieghart notices the claw for moving the pan and grabs it.]

Give me a hand, will you?

[Perhaps they can make a ramp out of his arm.]

[battling]

Ain't ya just gonna drop the claw thing?

[ercnerd]

It's possible . . . Do you have a better idea?

[battling]

Eat the batter right now.

Ain't like we're bein' watched.

[ercnerd]

I don't mind the sound of that, but wasn't the assignment to bake a cake using the oven?

[battling]

We were already fuckin' it up with a "cup"cake.

But if yer so into rules, we'll just bake a little bit 'o the batter.

[ercnerd]

I don't like these rules any more than you.

Can we just get one of the kids to put it in for us?

[battling]

[Looks over to see Lila burning her hand...]

They ain't havin' better luck.