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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[headsplitter]

[ IT'S OUR BOY, LWJ. But wow! He isn't doing anything! He feels the gaze and looks up at him, raising his hands if to say 'I'm innocent, officer'! ]

I didn't touch 'em!

[souheki]

[You very obviously did touch them but he'll let it go because he isn't like, wreaking havoc or anything.]

Do you need assistance?

[headsplitter]

[ You can't prove anything. But he does stop touching and picking at the leaves when LWJ asks his question, starting to stand up. ]

Yeah! Actually! You're Lan Wangji, aren't you?

[souheki]

[Oh--his emotions shift into curiosity.]

Yes.

[headsplitter]

I'm Aikawa. [ Don't worry about it. ] Lila said you're the local acting lorekeeper of this place so far. What do you got?

[souheki]

[HE'LL WORRY ABOUT IT but he's too polite to say anything. He lifts his hands in a formal bow of greeting, which is as close to a "nice to meet you" as you're ever gonna get.

The question gets a brief pulse of confusion before he parses the words. He reaches into his sleeve then, pulling out the papers they've been writing on, carefully folded. Literally how many things does he have in there, incredible.

But he hands them over! For Aikawa's reading pleasure...]

[headsplitter]

Oh, sweet. Thanks!

[ And he's going to sit right down here on the outside grass, because the sun is nice. He doesn't seem to have trouble reading even with the mask on, just sifting through them with a fun little hum. His emotions are unreadable, aside from superficial shallow emotions like the curiosity and whatnot. ]

You like gardens?

[ Just an idle question as he reads. ]

[souheki]

[Well, despite how easy he can be to rile up, Lan Wangji's generally a pretty patient guy; he doesn't mind waiting quietly. The question elicits a feeling of melancholy, though it's somewhat distant, like an old ache.]

...Mm. [A pause.] I am vegetarian.

[There's clearly more to it than that, but hey, at least he's attempting to participate in a conversation.]

[headsplitter]

[ He reads through the stuff and LWJ will start getting bits and pieces of emotions now, a bit more properly. A little bit of confusion, turning into resentment -- a tad of sadness. A subtle, but sharp feeling of shock, too. And also, a kind of emotion that could be described as some kind of black hole, a mixed guilt and dread but pointedly crushed down to be ignored. ]

Yeah? Then you must be pretty glad we've got this garden now. Even if it looks like it's mostly baby greens.

[souheki]

Mm.

[Lan Wangji, for his part, asks no questions and doesn't react outwardly to Aikawa's emotions at all. His own have settled into a sense of intentional calm, a sort of pointed stillness. He isn't going to be pushy, essentially.]

I had hoped for medicinal herbs. [Just in case. They're dead, but you never know.] But these will do.

[headsplitter]

[ LWJ may suddenly find a looseleaf page of anonymously written addendum notes appear somewhere on a table, later. Maybe. Tfw you wanna help out but also likeeeeee. ]

Has anyone gotten hurt, yet? Or even sick? Who knows, maybe that's stuff we can get later.

[souheki]

[He will respectfully not perceive. He's very good at keeping his mouth shut.]

Fortunately not. However, it is good to be prepared.

[Since they're not... quite dead??? You never know.]

[headsplitter]

[ It pays to be nosy LWJ. ]

There's nothing in this place that you can get injured from! There's that at least!

[ Since you know. EVERYTHING IS CHILDPROOFED TO HECK AND BACK. But he holds the notes back out to him, returning. ]

Thanks, feels like I learned a lot.

[souheki]

[He will not be. He also just stares for a minute, somehow managing to exude the exhausted vibes of "I really don't think that could stop the people here". THEY COULD ABSOLUTELY HURT THEMSELVES.

But he takes the papers back with a nod, carefully folding them back up and tucking them back into his sleeve.]

Mm. If there is anything you have to contribute, please do so.

[headsplitter]

Hmm, well I don't know anything so I dunno how much I can help out, but sure.

[ YOUR HAMMER SLEEVES. ]

Kinda hard to figure out stuff when we're over here, huh. Lots of nothing to do, lots of nothing to see. Or maybe some stuff to see but through a real tiny screen.