GRAVEYARD.

[guestservices]

GRAVEYARD

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...

...to be super dead. No, did you think you were getting a funeral? Sorry.

When you wake up, no matter how you died, you'll find yourself all in one piece, inside of a fairly large box that upon further inspection may in fact be a coffin. However, throwing the lid off isn't too difficult, and as you step out of your own grave, you'll find yourself standing in a cemetery behind a large mansion, where an iron gate stands between you and the entrance. Thankfully, the moment you approach, dirty and tired as you are, the gate swings open, and you're allowed immediate entrance into the mansion.

The mansion itself is a little dusty, and the furnishings are vintage at best, but... hey, it's home. Why don't you explore a little?

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FIRST FLOOR.

★ On the first floor is a parlor and sitting area. On one of the tables is a phone, which as of Week 3, Saturday has a dial tone and can be used to contact hotel staff. In addition to that is a kitchen stocked with food - not to mention a large wine cellar full to the bursting with every kind of wine you could imagine. Vintage!

★ Walking down a long hallway, you'll find a laundry room with a washbin and a washboard, a few closets full of dusty old clothes, a large library, and an ornate dining room with a crystal chandelier.

Of note, the dining room in particular has a very tall wall of what look like portraits to one side. If you walk closer, however, you may notice that the portraits are moving - and appear to actually be holding black and white images of your friends (and enemies?) back in the hotel, so you can monitor their activities. That's nice! There are record players set up beneath the portraits, which come with blank records set in there already; if you turn them on while the blank records are set there, you will be able to hear what is being said by the people in the portraits.

★ At the very end of the first floor hallway is another door - it is locked up tight with a padlock, and has a message painted on it.... Don't dead? Inside here is the basement that the dead locked Qi Rong into on Friday of Week 5. In theory you might be able to take the key from someone and go in, since it hasn't been returned to Virgo; inside here is a dark, dank basement illuminated by a lantern giving off a dim green glow. There are barrels of stale water and sour wine, boxes containing stale crackers, extremely questionable jerky, and other rotted foodstuffs, and... uh... there are some unpleasant-looking rats skittering around. Icky. In practice, why would you want to? Just keep it locked.

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SECOND FLOOR.

★ On the second floor of the mansion is a series of bedrooms. Just like the hotel, you'll find a room already booked with your name on a nameplate on the door - and a portrait of yourself, as well as your hostage, hanging just above the nameplate. The inside of the rooms are simple - a bed with red covers, a desk with a typewriter, and a small bathroom with a toilet and a clawfoot tub. Provided that you didn't give your belongings away, you'll find all of them on your bed, waiting for you upon your arrival. This includes tickets (so long as they weren't looted from your body and used to pay for hints) and other things that may have been evidence in your case but belonged to you beforehand.

★ A dumbwaiter sits at the end of the hallway of bedrooms. Inside of it is a typewriter, and a space where there once sat a golden bell labeled as Virgo's; however, the bell is currently missing. An unlabeled bell sits to the side of it. A small sign above the dumbwaiter says: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT STAFF BY LEAVING A MESSAGE. VIRGO MAY ALSO BE SENT A TIP AND RUNG. PULL THE LEVER TO PRESS SEND. - STAFF

It seems you can reach out to the hotel staff by leaving a message or ringing the bell, though your options are limited for the latter. Sure enough, a lever in the wall next to the dumbwaiter is currently set to the "down" position. Push it to "up" and watch your message disappear.

★ Beside the dumbwaiter is one last bedroom. This room is marked with a plaque that says "Dream Suite", and has several familiar constellations decorating the door. Occasionally, when you ring the bell by the dumbwaiter while thinking of a member of Hotel Staff on the living side, the corresponding constellation on the door will light up, and you'll feel as though you should walk in. Inside, there is a line of comfortable beds. Lie down in one, and you'll have a dreamlike "in person" audience with the NPC you had attempted to contact.

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OUTDOORS.

★ Outside of the mansion is a small garage. The ground here is worn down and thin, and you can almost make out what look like railroad tracks embedded in the dirt. Inside of the garage is a rattly old car that moves along those little railroad tracks, from the garage to the mansion front, and then back all the way around to the cemetery.

★ On the grounds, there is a garden full of flowers. There are also the remnants of gardening supplies and supplies to package and send bouquets, but none of these supplies are in useable condition now.

★ A "bumper cars" rink has been made by clearing out all of the rocks, weeds and grass in a sizeable area. There are some small slopes and dips, and a bumper barrier along the outside of the rink which was made by piling up compacted dead leaves from the graveyard. There are two "cars": laundry baskets that have rudimentary jar lid wheels with ladle axles and nails stolen from a dining room chair. They have been padded with some old clothing, like that will save anyone. Since we don't have electricity in hell, each "car" has one paddle made from tree branches broken down into the appropriate size, presumably used to push the cars around.

★ The cemetery where you first awaken is a direct copy of the cemetery outside of the hotel - right down to the placement of statues, mausoleums, and the creepy atmosphere. Your grave remains after you wake up in it, in case you want to take a dirt nap.

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█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

w7, thursday evening

[fishingforcompliments]

[well, this is happening.

flayn is seated near one of the portraits, watching this play out. there is a smudge of grave dirt on her cheek and dirt under her fingernails, almost as if she has just crawled out of her own grave, finally? don't worry about it.

anyway, she looks deeply concerned.]

[supremity]

[ tanhua trots over to where flayn is seated, letting out a rusty yap before dropping his head in her lap.

behind her are faint, jingling footsteps. hua cheng crosses his arms, looking at once amused and pensive somehow, apparently eying something in the portraits. ] Of course he still has the mask on.

They'll have it under control. Should we make ourselves entertaining, in the meantime?

[fishingforcompliments]

Entertaining...?

[she starts to nod - and then pauses, as if realizing she's about to agree with something she really should have been too busy dirt napping to be aware of.]

...ah... yes. Our contracts, correct? I believe that would be advisable right about now.

[callalilies]

[ he sees flayn and leaves briefly to return with a little wet hand towel for her poor dirty fingies and face. ]

We're in for it now... here you go, Miss Flayn...

[ :thonk: ]

Time to get a little distracting.

[fishingforcompliments]

Oh - thank you...

[she towels the dirt away, then glances worriedly at the portraits again.

...there's shinnosuke advising them to light things on fire.]

...it seems arson would be a suitable distraction?

[ktiseos]

[here's the thought process: they've already fought more than once, won't that have stopped being a good distraction from something like this? they need one Right Now, Immediately and property damage in the watch room is a bad idea. there isn't any time to make suggestions.

he stops and takes a look at who's here.

then he just like. scoops up souji and whispers forgive me but we must do something unexpected, before smooching him. he's still watching the portraits behind souji the entire time.]

[fishingforcompliments]

Oh, my.

[dms]

[ GASPS OBNOXIOUSLY ]

Whoa! Plot twist!

[illomened]

[WEWAOKOFESOFSOKFSOFES
- About where Souji's mind is right now between the fact that literally every staff member is in danger, most of whom he cares for very dearly, and being scooped up to be smooched by a giant tree.

But he's picking up what Emet's putting down... BOY IS HE... In his loudest voice with all of the drama in his little soul, hoping the Nightman loves a good soap:]

—EMETSELCH-SAN, I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT MY HEART BELONGS TO ANOTHER—!! AS MUCH AS THAT NIGHT SOOTHED MY SOUL, I SIMPLY CAN'T BE FAITHFUL TO YOU!!!

[callalilies]

Are you—

Emet-Selch!

[ and suddenly emet is getting smacked in the ass with a tea towel. ]

It's always the quiet ones isn't it!!

[sageguidance]

[ alphinaud just frowns ]

[agleam]

[i'm trapped in capitalism for many hours so he's going to observe this happening]

[philandery]

[ sylvain doesn't recognize any of the NPCs on the living side (stuff sure is Happening), but he DOES RECOGNIZE!!! FLAYN!!! he beelines over to fret, and wipes a bit of grave dirt off her cheek ]

You all right...?

[fishingforcompliments]

I am fine.

[she sits still when he wipes the dirt off her cheek!]

I appear to have, ah... overslept.

[dms]

[ gazes ]

Really should've gotten those fireworks, after all...

[classmate]

Kazu we have to break up.

I don’t care if the baby’s yours… I can’t stand your fucking fedora.

[fishingforcompliments]

Yes, that may be so...

[...]

They sound ... explosive!

[help]

[frostythehitman]

We don't need fireworks to set stuff on fire, you know.

[ he's just magically materialized with a torch in hand, fuck it ]

[sageguidance]

[ oh. Alphinaud pauses mid-step entering the room. ]

—Flayn? There you are!

[fishingforcompliments]

Ah! Hello, Alphinaud!

[...]

I appear to have overslept quite a bit, have I not? Well, what else would our host expect from someone whose guestbook entry mentions sleeping for quite a long time...?

[stillnot]

[ sorry she's just looking at the unmasking

and then looking at all the drama everyone is starting.

and laughing. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[sometimes all you can do is laugh



after a moment, flayn laughs a bit, too, though she still looks a little worried as she glances between the chaos and the portraits]

[overruns]

[ he'll stay out of... whatever this distraction is today so he can sit next to her and watch the proceedings. ]

Are you all right?

[fishingforcompliments]

I am fine. I was over here - ah, asleep, when all of that...

[she nods toward the portraits]

...began. Coming up out of the grave in the cemetery was the worst hardship I have dealt with today.

[she's fidgeting with the hem of her sleeves, though, and looking extremely concerned as she gazes at the portraits.]

But I am sure the Nightman must be quite cross with... Virgo, who I hear you all managed to lock into a room here.

[ercnerd]

[He watches from farther in the back, where he can see the portraits and goings-on in front of him at once. The antics are difficult to ignore for how noisy everyone's being, but he's capable of multi-tasking. His gaze sits halfway on one of the seats—on minty green hair and caring faces–as he remains in his own.]