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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.
WEEK 4 UPDATES
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maybe this will be an akechi situation where she lives for weeks and weeks]
...if nothing else, I think we should try to at least caution them against pressing her for too many answers. Since if she gives them to them, there could be, uh. [she glances at rupert again.] Consequences?
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Yeah. Dire and unpredictable, all that ominous stuff. But if we add that, too, I think we should take out our initials... I’m worried about it being too long. I think people kind of got the idea that there was a lot I can’t answer, though, so maybe they’ll figure that out on their own?
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[...]
I don't know. It's hard to tell from here - I'm sure there's stuff going on with them in private that we can't see... but a reminder probably couldn't hurt, right?
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Yeah. It can't hurt.
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[she seems to be thinking aloud and trying to convince herself that they're making as smart a decision as they can here, since they only get one shot at this each week]
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[nope she's leaping back from the baby monitor in shock when cALEB BECOMES A T-REX]
Those things are extinct!!
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That's not a really weird kind of dragon, right...?
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[he starts, before he is distracted by caiman getting, hm, bitten in half. he just kind of pales immediately.]
...I might actually be sick.
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(and also away from her. please don't puke on her.)]
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(are we cursing Byleth now?)]
So how d'ya wanna phrase that?
"Ghosts locked in safe and sound with Bear; don't hurt or ask Teach too many questions."
[He does mean Byleth and he assumes Lila will write Byleth.]
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Something like that. Maybe specify that we're locked in daycare, since people saw the sign-in list Rupert had. That should make it even more obvious that it's us and not, like, generic ghosts.
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He heaves a tired sigh.]
Daycare it is.
[Horrible. He's 600 years old, not 6.]
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[she leaps back from the baby monitor THAT SURE IS A T-REX]
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[?????????]
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[Bradley does not specialize in transformation magic.]
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[oh
chomp.
well, that's graphic.]
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and now caleb is escaping into the woods]
Okay. Okay, um. I'm gonna... go type in that message now.
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Good work.
[What a horribly stressful weekend.]
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[can. can we get a refund on this weekend, actually, lila would like that
anyway she wanders off to the computers]