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

[headmt]

[A helpless little shrug? Who among us is not a little bit secretly in love with Jester Lavorre?]

Are you?

[The phone goes on to tell a great story about a bug climbing up some stairs with a huge piece of bread in its mouth, it's crazy.]

[ercnerd]

I don't even know who that was.

[Bugs have it so rough.]

[headmt]

[Just gesturing?]

Joy.

[... He pauses. Realizes that maybe he can communicate this a little better and pulls out his tarot deck, flipping through it until he gets to a card titled JOY. The image on it is of a blue girl with horns and a tail.]

[ercnerd]

Oh, this is Joy?

[He leans forward to get a better look at the card.]

Hm . . . Can't say I am.

[headmt]

Shame.

[He quirks his eyebrows up, sort of like ... he knows that he's making a joke, and then flips through a few more of them. A red-head surrounded by magical looking lights reads Magician and a girl in a blue coat reads Rumor.]

[ercnerd]

[Oh, yes. Great shame. He nods along, holding the receiver just below his ear.]

Where's Love?