graveyard part five

[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. (The graveyard so far)

Comments

I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET TO USE THIS ICON SO LITERALLY

[speakveryclearly]

[Speaking around the needle and thread in her mouth:]

It's a difficult distinction to make on you pink monkeys!

[And after a final dramatic thread-pull and knot-tie--]

There!! --I'm sorry.

I make dreams come true

[notyetlost]

...This dress is totally hideous.

[speakveryclearly]

That's why I said I'm sorry.

In the unlikely case that you're still interested when we ever see each other again after this is all over and we come back to life, I'll make you a much better one.

[notyetlost]

Oh don't worry I'm like always interested in clothes. [She probably meant the coming back to life part being unlikely but that flew over his head.]

Plus you need to redeem yourself for this atrocity against the color pink.

[speakveryclearly]

...it looks better in Alternian light. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

[SHE WAS FIVE SOLAR SWEEPS OLD BACK THEN

WHICH OKAY IS LIKE TWELVE EARTH YEARS BUT STILL

SEVENTH GRADE]

[notyetlost]

[You want to know what Poland was doing when he was physically twelve?

RULING EUROPE.

Unacceptable.]

[axeforasong]

Hat would help, yes? [she taps her own]

[notyetlost]

Yeah, okay give it to me.

It can only distract from Kanaya's franken-dress.