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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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I'm gonna go with "yes". Least it's just, what? Six other people 'round here. Plus the bear.
'n the way this place goes, it's just a week of this sharin' shit.
[It's not as horrible as being forced to do something. He honestly prefers this over "biting people".]
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Lan Wangji, meanwhile, has to incline his head at that.]
...Mm. Others have been kind.
[Nobody's been horrendously invasive or rude or anything like that, so--he doesn't like it, but he can appreciate the company.]
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If ya were on that side- [A gesture to the baby monitor] There'd be way more questions 'nd more people doing the asking.
[The memories he's shared were things he probably would've been wiling to talk about anyway. But he also has very little he considers off limits.]
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I avoid contact with others.
[That sounds so dramatic but it's also a lot less awkward-sounding than "I have no friends at home so I have no idea what to do with all you weirdos who actually talk to me like a normal person"]
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By choice or what? Did ya lock yourself in a house and curse anybody who dares come close?
[ East...? ]
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anyway]
Frivolous conversation is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.
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[That sort of thing. You can talk, just be quiet and polite about it! It makes perfect sense to him.]
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Eventually--]
...Mm.
[That's, uh, that's a "yes, I am happy like that".]
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Least it works fer ya.
[He thinks he'd go nuts.]
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she points in the direction of the phone booth.]
Hey, Sally says call her.
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tilts his head slightly.]
"Call"?
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Thank you. [He didn't think Sally would want to talk to him?! But okay.]
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