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

[headsplitter]

Dunno... but I read your guys' notes.

Reminding us of what all we've got back home where we're from, maybe?...

Looking at it kindly.

[chevaliered]

I don't think we'd forgot, you know? Not that I'm mad about hearing Gramps again, it's kinda that double edged sword where it could piss people off more than help them.

[headsplitter]

But we'd forget over time, yeah? Maybe.

[ His vibes are... complicated, about this. Mostly because of the variety in voices he's heard over the phone. His old life, his new life -- and still, voices from a life he still doesn't remember. So much. ]

Even if it pisses you off, a memory's a memory.

[chevaliered]

You planning on being here forever?

[ crow doesn't seem too bothered. but there's a lowkey wave of something bitter, or understanding. maybe a little of both. ] I'd say we could write down our memories so we don't forget them, but all we have are crayons and whatever pens we can scrounge up from in this place.

I'm not pissed off at the memory though. I'm pissed off at this place for having access to it like this.

[headsplitter]

Hey, crayons and pens do the job, just look at Lan Wangji! [ With a snicker. But for real though, he does think LWJ has been managing pretty well for the resources given to them. ]

Guess that is a little weird, huh? How'd they get all that stuff?

[chevaliered]

[ he just looks tired at the mention of mister no fun ever. ]

Same way they got us? Without permission, I guess.

[headsplitter]

Yeah, but it's one thing to just grab a bunch of people and kidnap them. Another thing to kidnap our whole minds.

[chevaliered]

I would've thought the minds came as part of the full package.

[headsplitter]

I don't know how that stuff works, I'm not a scientist!

[chevaliered]

... I don't think science is needed to know your mental shit tends to come with your physical shit?

[headsplitter]

What do you need to know the facts on that then?