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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[heartlands]

[he's about to say something to what she says first, but - there's no mistaking the wave of shock and worry that comes when she says that.]

She - what?

[divineimpulse]

She asked to substitute herself in, should we have the opportunity to do so.

I don't blame her for her feelings, after Crow passed, but I wouldn't kill her, or substitute her for anyone else. I don't blame her for being upset about my own selfish feelings on the matter, either.

[heartlands]

[there's just a rising sense of anger, fear and distress for a few moments, before—]

I... I need to go talk to her, but can we talk later? I want to see how you're doing, too.

[divineimpulse]

Rupert, stop.

I don't want her to think that I somehow look down on or belittle her feelings.

She has every right to be furious with me. She's only trying to take control of a powerless situation any way she can.

[heartlands]

I - what?

[he only stops for a second, before:]

I'm not angry at her for being mad at you. I mean - I wish she wasn't, but I get it. That's not...

[divineimpulse]

[?

she shakes her head.]

I didn't think you were.

But I hope you won't be angry at her at all. She's only reacting how we did.

[heartlands]

If you didn't think I was, then why did you just tell me that she has the right to be angry at you...?

[he just - shakes his head after that, though.]

Never mind, I just - I need to talk to her. I have to go.

[divineimpulse]

[...

concern...]