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

[souheki]

[M.T. is the only person here who gets a pass and even then it's gonna expire once he gets some sentences going, but for now Lan Wangji just blinks at it in Confused vibes. Why.]

Apologies. I do not know how to use this.

[headmt]

[Be grateful it wasn't lube. Patting it in his hands. Shrugging widely.]

Empty.

[This feels like it's being used to get out of having to explain himself now.]

[souheki]

[Honestly if Lan Wangji learns what lube is then Wei Wuxian's gonna be a hell of a lot happier in the future

But Lan Wangji gently shakes his head and puts the stapler back on the desk.]

Unnecessary. [...] But thank you.

[Can you teach a tiefling manners]

[headmt]

[You can't.

Anyway, why's he putting it back? Picking it up again. Holding it out.]

[souheki]

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points to his own sign]

No stealing.