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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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[no they are not]
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Weird.
Bad.]
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At least there's Mandi... he looks like he's having a bad day, but so is every single living person.]
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This is...
[it's a lot??]
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Puts it on the table.
And then looks away.]
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[she pours some into one of those tiny paper cups and then goes to find a bottle of apple juice so she can put it on the table and pretend it's that for plausible deniability]
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He's glad he wasn't there for that shit show.]
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Master...?
[Oh he doesn't like that.]
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's just... really hittin' him hard.
[Bradley wears every single emotion he has ever had on his face.
And he is upset on Mandricardo's behalf.]
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[poor mandricardo, yeah. this is hard to watch. lila's expression falls as it goes on, and she looks down at her hands.]
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But he's... kind of glad Mandricardo doesn't know Byleth was around when he was killed. This is all so bad, but he doesn't believe Mandricardo deserves to suffer.
He was working so hard to find the culprits...]
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i mean he probably does now since byleth admitted to being rupert's partner.]
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He has never actually wanted to die in his life, but man. He Really Hates This Place.]
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[she nudges his bottle of booze closer to him.]
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He stops drinking as Mandricardo stands in front of the sword.]
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[she
actually really hates this? wow.]
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But...
This makes him feel sick.]
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[He wants to know what's going to happen here.]
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Instead, he watches the monitor with a pensive expression, unmoving.]
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