GRAVEYARD...... 2!

[dormheads]

graveyard

students in time out: 16

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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[ercnerd]

[He's not so sure about that, but whether Aikawa's head hurts or not under the combined weight of his body and gravity isn't his problem.]

Put your arms on either side of your head, then use your feet to kick off.

[headsplitter]

[ Listen a lot of break dancers wear hats to do headspins for a reason.

But here he goes, just bending over for this nonsense. Aaaand kickoff! Into a vertical position!

And then immediately falling over, having gone too hard, and landing flat on his back. Did he even try, is another question entirely. Either way, he makes the sound of the wind getting knocked out of him. ]

[ercnerd]

[Aikawa isn't Rupert, so Sieghart doesn't move to help when the former swiftly falls over.]

Did you even try?

[headsplitter]

[ He just lies there. ]

You saw me go over, you can definitely say I tried.

My back hurts now, though.

[ercnerd]

What are you, an old man?

The dare isn't finished until you can stay on your head for at least ten seconds. Try again!

[headsplitter]

Wait, for real?! You didn't mention this!

[ercnerd]

It's too late to back out now.

[headsplitter]

Okay but you owe me a dare back.

[ercnerd]

. . . Fine.

Are you going to do it or not?

[headsplitter]

'Kay, holding you to that. Here we go.

[ Roooound twoooooo. This time, he will actually try. He's athletic and agile but that doesn't quite translate into doing a headstand super easily, so he's going to struggle with a few baby hops off the ground with his legs and failing before he sorta reaches a precarious balance.

Please watch out, heavily armoured boot legs flailing a little bit. ]

Guh -- this isn't easy...! [ 300 pounds on his head and hands!!! ]

[ercnerd]

[Grinning, Sieghart watches Aikawa for a handful of seconds before joining him with swift ease. He's definitely staying out of the way of those armored boot legs.]

Just a few more seconds!

[headsplitter]

Hrrgh, this isn't usually what I envision when I think about working out...!

[ He'll manage to hang on just barely for those ten seconds, before he finally lets himself come back down. He is rubbing his head. Ouch. ]

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart drops back onto his feet after Aikawa.]

Hey, not bad. You managed to hold out.

[headsplitter]

Not exactly something I'd regularly sign up for though, I think.

[ And then he gets right to it. ]

I want a back massage for my troubles, I hit the ground hard.

[ercnerd]

What makes you think I'm good at giving massages?

[headsplitter]

You don't gotta be good at it, I just want one!

[ercnerd]

. . . Well, what are you waiting for? Roll over.

[headsplitter]

...Oh, you're actually going to do it? [ He honestly actually did not think he would.

...

Well, who's he to look at a gift horse in the mouth, though he also jokingly wants to say something like 'well don't like, snap my spine okay'. ]

Oookay. Let's see what you got.

[ Hello daycare floor, he's lying down on it now. Again I must say he is a 6'10" wide wall of a young man. ]

[ercnerd]

Are you ready? All right. Here I go.

[Aikawa is quite large—more than enough for Sieghart, who hates exertion, to start walking all over his back.]

[headsplitter]

[ HEUGH. ]

Oi -- ! [ Size difference and being built like a brick or not, Sieghart is still 185cm and that means he weighs enough. ] This is just -- you're just walking on me!

[ercnerd]

[Aikawa should be grateful. If Sieghart weighed the same as Maya, this wouldn't be effective at all.

He walks in place, languidly stepping on the same bundle of muscles over and over again.]

Don't you know? Stepping on someone is one of numerous massage techniques out there.

[headsplitter]

[ Is he being gentle about it though or is he just walking around. This is important okay I go to chiropractics I'm absolutely sure this is a LOT happening right here. Either way, Aikawa is down here making noises of protests and wiggling on the basis of being stepped on. ]

I don't know if this counts under hurting or tickling -- ! Are you even licensed!

[ercnerd]

[He's not that mean. His steps are gentle enough, and he doesn't push all of his weight into each step. But he's no licensed practitioner.]

I'm a gladiator. What do you think?

[headsplitter]

[ Thanks Sieghart, then the discomfort comes from the fact that Aikawa has never had a massage in his life and he probably is all tense knots from living his wild life. He'll settle... slowly. ]

Doesn't that mean you participate in pit fights? That tells me super little.

[ercnerd]

It means I'm an expert in combat. That doesn't usually include massages.

[He continues to walk. This is already starting to feel tedious. Perhaps he'll go for a little longer . . . ]