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]

[Haha! Yeah. Weird. How'd that happen? I guess to be fair, he did describe it before as something that just seems to happen to a dude when he rolls off the mortal coil and then comes back again. Or happens to this dude anyway. Wouldn't worry too much about it.

Anyway, his expressions up to this point have been fairly simple. Either serenely staring off into the distance or just watching "Aikawa" a bit blankly, but he straight up makes a face at that introduction. A bit of yeah, right sass to it that is definitely Mollymauk. ]

[headsplitter]

[ God. Don't sass him when you have the amount of braincells equating to a toddler. He scoffs and looks away first, sitting with his knees pulled up, the biggest boulder. ]

Fine. But I'll only tell you once you're out of -- whatever this is. You can't be stuck like this forever.

[ He can't. He hopes not, wow. ]

[headmt]

[That feels like a callout post about my personal ability to keep this up for ... however long. FOREVER. (it will not be forever)

Anyway, he mimics the posture, pulling his knees up and putting his arms around them. Just looking at him again for a minute before he turns away, putting his chin over his knees. All a bit childish, really.]

Dreamer.

[headsplitter]

[ NO... LET MOLLY GET BACK HIS BRAIN he already feels so bad as it is I'm weeping. He's going to adopt and care Molly for Beau and Caleb's sake.

He just scrunches his nose a little, not that that's visible. ]

I don't know what that means. But good to know you've got more than just 'empty' in your wordset.

[headmt]

[This is now your sweet little baby, Aikawa. But a few more words, yeah. Anyway, he just stays sitting there, quietly, but reaches over to pat him on the shoulder after a bit before he just gets up and wanders off!

Until later, bud.]