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[holyspirits]

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📌 Welcome

Think for a moment. What's the last thing you remember, exactly? Were you with your loved ones? Were you fighting for your life? Whatever the case may be, the story ends like this: you died. Regardless of how important circumstances were, you have been eliminated from your own world. That's all there is.

Perhaps it will surprise you to wake up surrounded by the sky in every direction. What's above is reflected below in the shallow water that ripples beneath you without getting you wet. Strangely, what lies beneath this water is a mystery to you, and it feels more like walking on a glass surface, completely solid and clear underfoot.

Despite the fact you've perished, nothing hurts. Any injuries you arrived with have been neatly bandaged, and anything life-threatening has been mended enough that it no longer is. The warm sunshine probably feels good on your skin right now, doesn't it? The temperature is perfect, and you feel oddly comfortable considering the circumstances.

You aren't the only one rousing, however. Strangers around you also blink into consciousness, glowing halos flickering to life and floating over their heads. It might be hard to see the shape of your own halo looking up, but your reflection on the ground should help with that. Reaching up to touch it will prove futile. It's intangible, though your hand feels a little warm passing through it.

Your first instinct might be to leave. Can't blame you. You're in a strange place surrounded by strange people and no sense of direction. You might even try to use one of your powers from your home world to escape, but try as you might they don't appear to work. Worry not though; it looks like this place has bestowed some gifts upon you. Within your vicinity you have have one item from home. You have a gift box with your name on it. And, of course, you have the brand new sexy angel costume that you're already wearing! 😇

So what are you waiting for? Up and at 'em! The island has plenty of space to explore, though as you approach the edge it fades slowly into a thick fog. Pressing onward into the fog will disorient you and soon you'll find yourself completely turned around right back where you started. Probably best to stick to this area.

But hey, there's plenty to look at still! Instead of empty space, scattered around the island you'll see glassy, transparent protrusions from the ground. Most of them... well, you can't quite make out the shape. Could be buildings. Could be trees. Could be objects on the ground. Flowers, maybe? Their form doesn't seem to want to settle, and the light catching on their edges isn't really as illuminating as you'd like.

There is one exception to this. One shape seems to be more stable than the rest, less transparent and instead just... hazy. It's like you're looking at it through glasses with the wrong prescription. Even though it's blurry, you can tell that it's a cafe, and its door is wide open. Thoughtful, right? Whoever or whatever brought you here, at least they don't want you to starve!

Though no one is manning the counter, you can order your desired meal off of the slightly-clearer touch screen menu that offers up any kind of fast food you could want. There are also two restrooms in the back, with the keys hanging up on the wall beside them. That aside, there doesn't appear to be anything else open and you're left to your own devices.

We understand this is a lot to process, so take your time adjusting. And remember: everything is fine.

🎁 Gift Basket

As mentioned, each of you wake up with your item from home and a gift box with your name on it. There's a printed note attached to the fancy ribbon tying it off. It reads: Enjoy a welcome gift from us! For any questions, please refer to the informational pamphlet inside. ... but naturally, no such pamphlet seems to exist.

Each box contains the following:

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Cell Phone

A smartphone. Text and call to your heart's content. Just kidding! There's no service yet.
At least the camera and notes app work.

🖊️
Pen

One encouraging pen of your choice. Blue ink!

🥚
Egg

A large egg the color of your halo. About ostrich egg sized. Warm.

⚔️
Toy Lightsaber

A collapsible toy lightsaber! Lights up the same color as your halo.

🧸
Squishmallow

A small squishmallow! Any animal or item that would suit your personality.

🧶
One Crocheted Accessory

A cute scarf/mittens/hat/etc, handmade in a color that suits you.

♡

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Comments

[rippled]

No idea, but the fact that they are supplying us with food is some sort of implication. Perhaps we need it for energy?

Or maybe in death, we were brought forth with our bodies intact, and thus still need to operate normally?

[boxcar]

Depends on how you see "same".

[ Again he kind of gestures outside. What you see mostly out there is what he usually sees minus the three or so furries. ]

[midway]

[





Opens it. ]

[berserketype]

[ MY TAG ]

That's a pretty flowery way of saying "it got bloody wrecked", but yeah. Pretty much.

[ they did this. all of them. to this poor, unassuming restaurant. ]

Speak for yourself. [ he'll take it, but he doesn't seem that jazzed about eating it. ] Tastes like someone left it in cookin' oil way too long.

[clockpunk]

It's, like, speakin' it into existence! Now somethin' bad is definitely gonna happen.

[midway]

That deserves a second "yikes", my friend.

[ YIKES ]

And I suppose I've just left mine without a commander.

[boxcar]

[ He can't disagree with soft but he does think it's more just peepo weird. ]

I think most people probably at least have something. If they're church-going folk anyway.

[rippled]

Excellent! If anything were to go horribly wrong here, it'll probably be bad if we're unable to defend ourselves.

[ mg full of people who can't fight when ]

1.

[berserketype]

[ watches this man run through every emotion in like two minutes. ]

S'alright. People are runnin' around here in worse.

[outdistanced]

It's probably healthier than the cafe, too.

[ mountains of nuggies... ]

[boxcar]

The spirits and the what as the...?

[ He did try to keep up with that but he got lost real quick. ]

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[historicals]

[ card.... but also, taair watches this young man eat this food in like, mild fascination... wow ]

Are you alright, good fellow? [ a pause, ] Ah, all things considered...

[boxcar]

Oh, the, jinx thing? Is that what it's called?

If something bad appears, I'll just punch it.

[ Problem solved??? ]

[historicals]

I see...!

[ that sounds kind of exciting! ] A planet... like a city?

[boxcar]

[ It would be REALLY funny. CRAU3 where we tell you you can only app people who are wimps, whether physically or emotionally. ]

Do you think it will? If it does, as long as it's tangible, I can fight it.

[fending]

Don't seem that implausible. Mass casualty incidents happen all the time, yeah? That not what happened to you lot?

[boxcar]

[ Claude sees a frog in the box, slowly sticklering it's way up the side. ]

...

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this.

[clockpunk]

I mean, yeah, obviously. [ punching is a great solution. ] But still, any hope I had left on this bein' peaceful just went out the window, man.

[historicals]

[ I SEE

he does not ask about the bandages but they do not go unnoticed, mostly because it's a little easier to focus on that than anyone's state of undress!! all of you stop being sexy and catholic. however, taair is a nice boy, so he'll keep with the tone for the moment, smiling a little fondly. ]

It's nice to have such good friends. [ maybe just a touch wistful. ] If there is any testimony required, should there be a judgement, I'd be happy to provide a meager extra hand. Though, with the support of such a kind companion - I imagine things will go perfectly well for him, too.

[boxcar]

Doesn't talking around it feel worse? I'd rather just get it done with.

[midway]

[ ... Holds out a hand to it. Why does he feel... a strange kinship... 🐸 ]

Are you scared of frogs?

[spiritbalm]

[ yeah the fucking worst. ]

If you're performing magic, you are a mage, but you can call yourself what you like. The source of all magic is divine, it is a Maker-given gift.

[ said in a duh tone. the dalish would disagree but there's no dalish here. maybe that's whats happening here, it's an Elf thing. sometimes they do call the fade something different but he doesn't pay that much attention to dalish lore. ]

The Fade is the realm beyond the Veil that separates it from our world. It is inhabited by spirits, and it is where our souls pass through after our deaths. And you would have gone there while dreaming ... ? In theory, it should be where we are now.

[berserketype]

Think we might be goin' in circles a bit here.

[ but... fair. ]

Most of the time people generalise by Tribe. Are ya Roussainte? Mustari? Rhoag? That kinda thing. To me you all kinda look like Elda, like I keep sayin'.

[midway]

Might as well look at the positives, right?

So, have you gotten to know any of the others around here?

[ziosar]

You'd think there'd be more anger than lack of self-respect.

[Because that's how Akihiko feels about, you know, being dead. He's furious! With himself, really, but yeah]