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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w4, monday

[wtfox]

[anyway, as soon as the admin office door is unlocked, lila ditches the daycare to head over there!

catch her glaring at the elevator as pressing the button does absolutely nothing, letting out an] Oh, come on! [when she tries the staircase but finds that it's locked, and then heading back to rifle through the receptionist's desk because fuck you, school, if you didn't want people to look through your stuff maybe you should have an employee here to stop it.

casual invasion of privacy and theft is just what you do when you're from her canon.]

[headmt]

[Oh hell yea. Look he still isn't talking too much, but just. Immediately getting on this? Copying exactly what she's doing.]

[wtfox]

[lila is such a bad influence on this poor, head-empty tiefling.

anyway, she glances over at him as they're going through the desk.]

Found anything good?

[headmt]

Empty.

[At least it seems like a relevant answer to the question? He just seems to pick things up and then toss them if he finds them uninteresting - but after a moment the phone starts to ring and he immediately pops up. What is that.]

[wtfox]

[


she picks up the phone and holds the receiver out to him.]

Here, put it over your ear.

[headmt]

[Sure. He's quiet but he's got the picture. Taking it a bit gingerly and then hauling himself up to sit on the desk. There's definitely a bit of a slapstick moment where he bonks it into his his horn trying to get it over his ear and then trying to get it under his horn but it's sorta too big and clunky before he gets the right angle but once he does he immediately leans his head into it.


And just stays there listening like that for a very long time, pulling his knees up tight. Good luck anyone else who wants to get in on this you're gonna have to wrestle M.T. for it.]

[wtfox]

[well, she figures the call probably won't take too long! so she waits.

and waits.





and waits.]

...um.

[battling]

[Hey why is your canon like that? I mean. Bradley is also stealing shit, but he's a bandit? He's legally allowed.]

[wtfox]

[everything is legal when the cops aren't here!

(lwj don't perceive them.)]

[battling]

[There is no rule (here) about stealing.]

Find anythin' good?

[wtfox]

Not yet! The bear said this is where we needed to go to appeal our expulsions, so I thought maybe I'd find something to help with that, but so far it's just office supplies...

[battling]

Appeal?

[do you really want to go back to murder school?]

There a form for that or somethin'?

[wtfox]

[mostly she wants to get the hell out of daycare]

Dunno. I've never been expelled before, so I'm not sure if there's supposed to be, like, a form, or if you're supposed to make an appointment with the administration, or what.

But usually they've got manuals and stuff for newer employees, soooo I thought maybe we could find out what the process was.

[souheki]

😒

[wtfox]

[I SAID DON'T PERCEIVE!!]

[headsplitter]

[ Totters over. And leans over the edge of the receptionist desk. ]

Wooow, you beat me here, huh? Nice that we get extra room now.

[wtfox]

Yeah, no way was I going to just sit around once that door unlocked. The bear said the administration office is where we'd need to go to appeal our expulsions, sooo...

[she continues rifling through the desk.]

But I can't find the right form... ugh, even if I found it I don't know who we'd turn it in to, anyway.

[headsplitter]

Oh, that's appealable? Then count me in!

[ He hops over the desk with ease instead of going around it. Shortcuts! He's surprisingly light on his feet.

And he immediately starts rifling, too. Crimes happen in groups. Hm hm, he compares a sheaf of paper to another, useless junk, until he sees the drop box and just looks into it. ]

Hey, looks like you can drop stuff off in here! Who comes to collect it though?

[wtfox]

...good question!

[hmm. visitation forms...]

I wonder if this works?

[...she'll just fill one out. come see her, sally.]

[headsplitter]

Might as well find out! [ Rattling the box. If it doesn't detach then he just shakes it on the table a bit before letting go. He doesn't bother filling one in, as he dives below and sifts through for more shit to ransack. ]

[chevaliered]

[ neat!



he literally doesn't say anything, he just starts rifling through the other drawers. maybe someone left gum in here? ]

[wtfox]

[ooh, or maybe we'll find the receptionist's candy stash!


anyway, after a minute or so of rifling, she looks over.]

Find anything good?

[chevaliered]

... Pens that aren't crayons? I dunno. Maybe I was hoping I'd find a convenient key that says "Admin, top floor".

[ but alas. ]

[wtfox]

Or, like, a blueprint or something. If we can find a screwdriver, maybe we can get around through the vents.

[chevaliered]

[ oho. ]

Depending on the screws we could do that with a coin or a paperclip, if it was a sturdy one.