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]

Ooh, nice! Sounds tasty. You can't go wrong with handmade.

[headsplitter]

Right?! Too bad there's not like, stuff for that here, by the looks of it...

[wtfox]

Yeah, people don't normally cook at daycare.

[headsplitter]

What a useless daycare, the babies have been abandoned... left to fend for themselves against a giant bear...

[ He just squats on the ground and stares into the dirt. Abandoned baby jail. ]

[wtfox]

...

[pats his shoulder. there there.]

[headsplitter]

[ It's fine. He bounces right back up! That is, gets up and stands with his hands on his hips, ready to take on the world! Or at least fool around some more, probably. ]

Oh well! That's what we're gonna have to figure out anyway, right? So we can get out of here.

[wtfox]

Yeah, exactly!

[wow, he rebounded fast. it's fine, though! probably.]

[headsplitter]

Alright! Well, let's work hard, huh?

[wtfox]

Yeah, let's!

[she holds out a hand! high five!]

[headsplitter]

[ Oh.

...

Heh! It's hard to tell with him, but he seems cheery about that. And he returns the high five, appropriately strength-scaled. Bop! ]

[wtfox]

[bop!]

There, it's a promise!