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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Comments

[wtfox]

[please never describe lila as valid and perfect again]

You've got until we count down from three to say something! [a beat.] Nothing? Okay, here we go.

Three...

[heartlands]

[i must]

Two...!

[this is going to end in tears]

[wtfox]

One!

[


nothing happens, of course.

lila turns on her heel, heads to the receptionist's desk, grabs the chair, and drags it back to the stairwell. then she gestures for rupert to move out of the way so she can yeet it at the door.]

[heartlands]

[he blinks and moves out of the way, but—]

Do you want help with that, or...?

[wtfox]

No, I've got it.

[aaand now that he's out of the way...

she lifts it up easily and YEETS]

[heartlands]

[it bounces off the door easily with a loud clattering noise. rupert pauses for a split second and then kicks the door for good measure, which is just as useless.]

Well, that was productive. [ughhhhh] Stupid door.

[wtfox]

[she agrees:]

Stupid door. [a huff.] Like, the bear will probably magically find a key that we couldn't find even if we searched this place from top to bottom next week, but... this just feels like it's taunting us.

[heartlands]

Right?

[in the worst possible principal bear impression:]

Ohhh, you can totally go contest your expulsions once I find the key that I stupidly lost, except not really, because you're going to have to wait weeks for me to find the right key even if the building is open.

[there's just - layers of annoyance and desperation there that she'll be feeling.]

[wtfox]

[she makes sad bear noises at the end of his impression!



and then makes a face which matches up with her INTENSE ANGER vibes.]

[heartlands]

It would be really nice if there was some kind of secret entrance we aren't seeing, huh?

[wtfox]

...maybe we can pry open the elevator doors and climb up the shaft.

[heartlands]

...Is that safe?

[wtfox]

[heartlands]

[thinking, thinking...]

Do we even have anything that could pry it open?

[wtfox]

...we've got hands!

[heartlands]

[...]

It probably can hurt to try in this case, but sure, let's go for it!

[wtfox]

[to the elevator!!



they are probably going to regret this.]

[heartlands]

[they are definitely going to regret this. anyways, he's trying to dig his fingers into the tiny space where the elevator doors meet and tug.]

...Yeah, I can already tell this isn't going to work.

[annoyed! and a little bit sad.]

[wtfox]

[she does the same!! she even breaks a nail. yikes.

anyway, rage vibes.]

I hate this place.

[heartlands]

—Oh, your nail...

[concerned vibes! but then he's joining in that anger.]

...Maybe next week.

[wtfox]

[just. rage vibes. she is so angry. all the time.]

We'll see what happens. [she frowns down at her hand.] Maybe I should ask the bear for a nail file.

[heartlands]

[he - blinks, and there's a wave of confusion, because he's definitely been frustrated since coming here, but this level of Mad is kind of unusual for him. he shakes it off, though, frowning.]

That's basically the least he could do. It doesn't hurt or anything, right?

[that same light concern.]

[wtfox]

No, it doesn't hurt.

[honestly Mad is just baseline for her.]

...I guess I'll go ask. Be right back!

[heartlands]

Okay!

[he'll wait!]

[wtfox]

[she comes back later with schrodinger's manicure because i don't want to have to wait for us to keep threading]

Okay, well, what do we do next? Is there anything else we can try?