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graveyard part 2
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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....thank you. It's ...just a bit to take in.
[She's just so confused, but honestly what can you do at this point.]
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[ She definitely knows that feeling. It took a long time to get used to casually chatting with the people she'd killed while brainwashed. ]
... You're obviously not one of those guys, anyway. Did you have some kinda role?
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Yes. I was the lookout. I could look at one person's window a night and see if they were active.
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... Let me guess. You couldn't tell if they were hunters or just prey with roles, right?
[ Or scavengers, but they're all dead now. ]
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It's not as helpful as I thought. But I tried.
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I hope it works.
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I mean giving it to Lithuania is way too obvious right?
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No not Lithuania. I gave it to Spain.
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...
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I didn't want to put Lithuania as a target ...
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Um.
[Well that didn't work, Lithuania's being targeted anyways. He's not going to say that to Ukraine though, she just died. There probably wasn't much Ukraine could have done to detract suspicion from Lithuania anyways, they were joined at the hip the whole game almost. Not that it was weird for them to be joined at the hip or anything, Lithuania and Ukraine were friends and...um.]
...G-good thinking.
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[Oh... also important to mention that Kanaya's left horn - the one with the hook - is... missing, leaving her with only one.]
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[She doesn't sound pleased at that.]
So all we do is sit around and watch them?
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I'll try to help if I can. Whatever this "real game" is, I don't think we want to lose it.
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....I wonder how many games they've already "played".
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[More sure of herself then she actually feels, but how can you be anything else at a time like this?]