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]

[ Chinhanding here. ]

I don't wanna go back up there, so you guys can have it.

[headmt]

[Mostly just genuinely curious:]

Not interested at all?

[headsplitter]

It's not like I have anything up there for me...

[ Since, you know. They miss Caiman, not him. ]

[headmt]

[ Molly just looks at him. And then clicks his tongue. The emotion is ... Well. he doesn't quite believe that. And that he prefers this dude to some of his other myriad personas?]

Think you'd fine, personally. Certainly not like you're going to stay here for much longer. Don't even want to be at that fuckin' school for much longer.

[headsplitter]

Haha.

[ His emotions are shielded. Curious? Light-hearted. He's not torn up about it, though there's some level of complication that's hard to place. Soft guilt. ]

I dunno, see what happens. If there's only so many ways out though, you should take one of the first seats.