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]

[ Cross-Eyes... he wonders. The first thing that comes to his mind is that it's probably about Risu. ]

Cross-Eyes're a gang where I'm from. A group that lies to weak Magic Users who don't have a hope at becoming powerful on their own, so they banded together. The higher-ups there manipulate people's weaknesses to do some pretty shitty stuff.

[headmt]

[Hm. Alright, he just nods. Sure, that makes sense. He holds up his hand - the one that ends with the snake tattoo over the back of it, pointing to the red eye. Sort of like. Yeah. I get that.]

[headsplitter]

[ THE EYE... stop relating to each other challenge. ]

What, that's a gang thing too? Guess red eyes means a lot where you're from.

[headmt]

[He waggles the hand like sorta. Something like that! A gang. Sure. Or I guess something that relates to power. Hey-- Caiman would have seen his body at trial. There were nine of them, scattered around.]

Bullshit.

[headsplitter]

[ Closes my eyes and closes all of Molly's too, shut your dang eyes. ]

Gang stuff? Yeah, pretty bullshit.

[ He turns his head a little bit. ]

The hell guidelines did you have that decided what words should be in your vocabulary?

[ FIRST YOUR EMPTY. NOW YOUR BULLSHIT. ]

[headmt]

[He shrugs and then rolls his head around like he's trying to think - and failing. Hm hmm hmmm. Then just gesturing out of his head like a scatter motion.]

... Unstuck.

[Some of it just has to be ... knocked a little loose?]

[headsplitter]

Yeah? [ Unstuck... ] I get the feeling.

Anything I can to do help you out there? Whatever you're feelin'... you can just ask.

[headmt]

[That would involve a lot of words? But, no, he-- doesn't really know what to do beyond just wait it out.]

Dreaming. [ ... He makes a gesture, a sort of rolling of the fingers. Time passing.] Waking.

[At some point, the dream ends.]

[headsplitter]

Like they'll come back to you maybe in your dreams?

[ Isn't that hauntingly familiar. ]

Huh. I get that feeling... feels like I just woke up from a real dark, real long dream myself.

Alright, well. Whatever else you want, then. [ 'Cause he's gotta get Molly back in one piece to Caleb and Beau. He just knows he has to. ]