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

[unadorned]

Just a hundred and fifty years of waiting, huh? Can't be that bad.

So, uh, aren't you going to...

[pasodoble]

Only a hundred and fifty.

( Blink, blink, )

Going to...?

[unadorned]

A hundred and fifty years for me till I get to see you in the future, dumbass. [And forget about the last part. Seriously, forget it.]

[pasodoble]

They'll go by fast, just watch.

( Zipping motion with his hands.

No but was there something else or??? )

[unadorned]

[Why are you looking at her like that? She softens eventually.] Country of passion, my ass.

[pasodoble]

( He is so confused. )

I don't understand.

[unadorned]

[Let's hope Spain likes someone dragging them down to their height, because he's in for a goodbye kiss, face in Prussia's hands.

And we're not going to mention her standing on tiptoes because she's not short, dammit.]

[pasodoble]

( Woah woah woah don't punch him he's sorry woah--

oh.

Oh. Prussia might be able to feel him tremble and his lips turning down into a frown for the briefest of moments before regaining his composure. He's smiling again, eagerly returning her kiss, and arms wrapped around her. His hold is tighter than usual. As soon as the sacrifices are made, everyone could be gone in a moment. Letting go has always been the hardest part for him.

Despite his smiles and casual acceptance of everything... he really isn't happy right now. )

[unadorned]

[The polite thing would be not to point it out, really. You don't point out fear and hesitation to someone else; not even certainty.

But when Prussia pulls back and opens her eyes, everything is still dark.


Nothing.]