graveyard part 2

[gamehead]

hunter's game the graveyard 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.

Comments

[fortissimos]

[ hitting the floor with the least graceful thud in the entire world, that's going to leave a mark.

two seconds later: ]

Ahhh, geez! You made my drink spill everywhere! [ yes this is the most important thing here ]

[notyetlost]

[Poland tries to stifle his laughing, occasional giggles slipping out.]

It's not like you can't get more out of the fridge!

[fortissimos]

I shouldn't have to.

[ yyyeah she's just grumbling for the sake of grumbling now. Trying (and mostly failing) to surpress a smile, she climbs to her feet, glancing over at the fridge. ]

Come help me carry this stuff. I wanna get a hotdog too. [ She could make two trips, but effort. ]

[notyetlost]

[Poland pulls himself up off the floor and follows to help.]

You know. Kiełbasa's totally way better than hot dogs.

[fortissimos]

... That sounds kinda dangerous.

[ Sayaka it's called foreign food ]

[notyetlost]

Um... [He doesn't hear that often regarding his food.] You know not every nation is as bad at cooking as like England and America, right?

[fortissimos]

... Not really. [ Japanese teenager here, she's not exactly the most knowledge of people. ] Um, but... I'll try it out if you think I should! Sometimes even weird things can taste really good, right?

[ digging this hole deeper ]

[notyetlost]

I'm sure you'll like it!

[But if she doesn't, whatever. Poland will totally eat it and try not to be too butthurt over it.]