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

[heartlands]

Yeah!

[he holds porridge out so he can see better. look at this cute tiny dragon.]

His name's Porridge.

[headsplitter]

[ Perfect, showstopping, beautiful, talented. 10/10 excellent creature. Aikawa just leans down over, 'cause... tall... to look closer at him. ]

Porridge! Nice to meetcha too. S'that a real dragon?

[heartlands]

Yeah! I found his egg in a cave and everything.

[porridge sniffs at his face a little as he leans down, tail swishing.]

[headsplitter]

So you're basically his mom?

[ Finger out for his snoot to sniff too. ]

[heartlands]

I... Yeah, sure, that's one way to say it!

[there's a little flash of amusement and affection from rupert, and porridge continues to sniff.]

You can pet him if you want. Just be careful, he might never leave you alone.

[headsplitter]

[ Perfect. ]

Ah, the persistent type huh? I get it, 'cause I can get pretty annoyin' too.

[ Porridge gets a pat! ]