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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[headmt]

[Not quite.]

[He pats her on the head. And then gets up and wanders off, back to his things? This takes a while. Apparently, he's easily distracted.]

[wtfox]

[???

lila is... confused! when he wanders off, she shrugs and heads back out into the main area to go see the others. she'll be around. they can talk later when he's not so head-empty.]

[headmt]

[It's okay sometimes shit is confusing.

Eventually he wanders back near where she is, sits down and holds out one of the tarot cards. It's just an unfinished sketch, but it looks like ... her. On the bottom, in slightly uneven handwriting and in pencil is FOX(?)]

[wtfox]

Oh!

[wow! wow. she looks at the card for a few moments, examining the sketch - that sure is her! - and the handwriting.]

Did you make this yourself...?

[headmt]

[Look, as way of explanation he can SORT OF read slowly, and write if he's careful and takes his time. Which he only bothers to do for these dang cards, and probably asks Beau and Caleb how to spell things all the time. Anyway he sort of ... half-shrugs. Someone made it? He isn't sure who.

But he's flipping through the rest of the deck, putting down other cards. A sketch of someone that looks like Rupert with ESCAPE written on it, a sketch of Bradley though this one doesn't have a name quite yet, then a couple more: Lan Wangji and Crow. That's everyone he's seen here so far.]

[wtfox]

[tmw i realize he might not recognize caiman because even if he drew a card for him he no longer has a lizard head.]

...yeah, that's them! [she taps each of the cards in turn.] That's Rupert, Bradley, Lan Wangji, and Crow. And I'm Lila.