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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Sun's out, guns out!

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart stares down at the bowling ball in his hand.]

. . . Isn't the ball supposed to be light?

[headsplitter]

If you're strong enough, anything can be a kickin' ball.

[ He takes one step forward towards it and immediately falls flat on his face. An appropriate HGUEH sound is made. ]

[ercnerd]

What's with you? Don't go tripping on the ball now. You'll hurt yourself.

[headsplitter]

[ He props himself up on his arms. The fall mashed weed into his mouth. No I'm joking he's just here and you can somehow tell he's just wide eyed even with the mask. ]

Didn't do that on purpose! And it wasn't even over the ball! Let's try that again.

[ So he's gonna come over and not fall this time, rolling the ball a bit with a shove of his foot. ]

How do you play kick ball?

[ercnerd]

[He bends down to pick the bowling ball up. Truly, he is not liking the weight.]

Think of it as baseball with feet. Your goal is to kick the ball and take as many bases as possible.

[headsplitter]

[ Everyone just keeps attacking him stop he's just trying to live a new life.

But. ]

Baseball...

I'm gonna kick your ass.

[ THIS WILL BE REVENGE FOR THE MILK. ]

[ercnerd]

Worry about the ball—not my backside.

Get into position, so I can throw this at you already.

[headsplitter]

Wait, you're gonna throw it at me?!

[ Even though he's already braced for it just in case. This guy threw milk at him umprompted what else can he do.

Dick. ]

[ercnerd]

Of course! The pitcher doesn't kick.

[He waits for Aikawa to step back before pitching the bowling ball with an underarm throw, so that it rolls quickly instead of sailing through the air. He refuses to dislocate his shoulder by doing anything else.]

[headsplitter]

[ Oh it's just a roll? Well, he was kind of expecting (and hoping probably? Because it'd be easier) that Sieg would throw it, but fine, a slow roll should be easy enough.

It should've been so easy. And yet, when he swings his leg, he gloriously misses, and ends up kicking a bit harder than he meant to and falls flat on his back this time. ]

Waugh!

[ The ball keeps rollin'. ]

[ercnerd]

[The ball keeps rolling. Sieghart, who thrives on schadenfreude in Aikawa's presence, simply grins.]

What was that about kicking? You're supposed to hit the ball—not the air!

[headsplitter]

[ He wheezes. ]

You're fucking dead Sieghart... [ But no, he gets up. ] You try kicking it!

[ And he's going to pick up this ball like it weighs nothing because between Sieghart and Aikawa I feel like he can handle this weight better. And he just tosses it right back at him instead of rolling it. Like, not like a baseball throw and more just a toss, but still.

Eat shit. ]

[ercnerd]

[Any sane person would jump out of the way of a flying bowling ball. That's exactly what Sieghart does—or attempts to do, because his feet trip over themselves in the middle of a sidestep. He drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes and the ball sails right over to land behind his person.

He props himself up on his elbows.]

Hey! I'm still pitching . . . !

[headsplitter]

[ HE POINTS AT HIM THO. ]

How's that feel! See, it's not just me being dumb!

[ercnerd]

. . . Just kick it this time!

[Reaching behind him, he grabs the bowling ball, gets onto a knee, and rolls the ball toward Aikawa again.]

[headsplitter]

[ Alright! This time he's gonna try it again, focused. He will not trip.

And he doesn't! He kicks it, and fairly hard, and it does actually go punting off.

One problem, though. Aikawa has these boots that are just short of being armoured, very combat-oriented shit. And even then, he's just now bent over clutching his foot. ]

O W . . .

[ercnerd]

[Despite being far enough apart that they can't share emotions, Sieghart still almost grimaces at the display. The madman—he kicked it like he really meant it.]

I did warn you . . .

[Nevertheless, Sieghart climbs onto his feet and plods toward the bowling ball.]

But if you don't hurry to the base, I'll tag you out!

[headsplitter]

[ Ah! He looks up -- RIGHT.

And then you just have to deal with the fact that Aikawa, despite his size, is in fact very fast and agile. So he's SKEDADDLING TOWARDS THE BASE HERE WE GO. He wants to win. ]

[ercnerd]

[Who else wants to win? It's Sieghart, who knows just how quick Aikawa can be, so he, too, speeds up in order to reach the slowing bowling ball just past first base when he feels a fall coming on. All but throwing himself onto the ground, he seizes the ball and lobs it at the approaching Aikawa with great strength.]

[headsplitter]

[ I rolled a low number help. So what's gonna happen here is that Aikawa is going to skid to a stop, if only so that he can catch the ball so it doesn't just, like, hit him directly in the gut. To do so, he does try to skid to a stop, but in the process, he falls again for a third heckin' time, skidding on his back. How COULD YOU. ]

Fuck -- !

[ercnerd]

[Luckily for Aikawa, the ball lands a short way's out. In the equally short period of time it takes for all of this to happen, Sieghart climbs onto his feet and races for the ball past Aikawa. It's now or never!]

[headsplitter]

[ He just rolls the ball off of himself, this sucks. He'd rather play normal baseball wow? His game...

Anyway, at least he's quite fast at getting up. His height probably also helps in how much he can stride, so he's going to catch up pretty fast, but not fast enough with the delay. He's going to dive in -- this is definitely going to probably dirty up his fresh new Valentines white pants, F, but it's fine.

Dice roll us a result Jae. This is kickball CYOA (I've never been on a CYOA idk how they work). ]

[ercnerd]

[They can't have their game here.

Aikawa rolls a 4 out of 20, which means Sieghart grabs the ball, trips over his ankle in the middle of twisting around—]

Ah!

[—and falls right on top of Aikawa with the combined weight of himself and the outstretched bowling ball. It's a mystery who struck what or what struck whom first. The bowling ball, however, spares no mercy in its descent.]

[headsplitter]

[ I'm not even mad because 4/20 is appropriate for our WEED MILK WEEK. Anyway they're just a pile on top of each other now. And because a 4 is atrocious and also because Aikawa can probably take it way better than Sieghart just due to proportions, the bowling ball is going to fall on top of him. There is a noted 'OOF' sound coming from him as they now lie in a pile, and the bowling ball rolls off them both. ]

... [ A wheezed silence. Then: ]

Who's winning.

[ercnerd]

[That's very kind.

The haphazard pile persists for a beat, then another before Sieghart sits upright. He is still on top of Aikawa.]

Me, of course! I totally tagged you before you touched the base.