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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.

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Toy Lightsaber

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

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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

[sacredpath]

[help. well. it's half a bird! but also this will work, despite her shouting that it's dangerous it is just a big badly behaved baby. it hears "snack" and drops the white doggy squishmallow and instead starts nipping at taair's sexy angel costume wanting a snack.]

Oh, you really ought not to encourage it.

[historicals]

[ he seems absolutely delighted by this actually, though he does have to like, pull it down so he doesn't flash god and everyone - giggling, as he reaches back towards the area he was sitting and feels around until he grabs onto a heel of bread. ]

Ah - here, here, goodness, why would you eat that? Hold on, just a second! [ and he will tear off some of the bread and toss it for the baby, then look up at shadowheart with a smile. ]

Well, it's alright. Perhaps it's just feeling a bit antsy - is this dear creature yours, miss?

[sacredpath]

Has everyone gone mad? That thing is an owlbear. He's more like to rip your arm off than eat a bite of bread.

[however, it is in fact happily eating the bread and chirping for more.]

But yes, he came here with me somehow.

[historicals]

Oh! A carnivore... should I have grabbed some meat? I think there was some on the plate...

[ be more worried about having your arm ripped off. ] But, an owlbear. I've heard of owls, and I've heard of bears, but I've never heard of two together! How interesting...

And how lucky, to come with a companion - even if one a bit, ah. Mischievous! Or hungry.

[ he will tear off another piece of bread and toss it again!! feed the baby. ] Does he have a name? And - of course, I'd ask for your name as well, miss. I would hate to forget my manners.

[sacredpath]

It doesn't have one. It's a wild animal, albeit one that has gotten much to used to being tossed scraps here and there. They aren't known for making good pets, owlbears.

[but this one is very friendly, it seems.]

My name is Shadowheart. You?

[historicals]

[ oh... but he's just a little guy... he's just a little buddy... he's gonna sit here and make besties with this owlbear by feeding it all the time and being a bird guy. ]

Haha... maybe it has one, but merely in its own language.

[ anyway. the introduction!! his eyes widen briefly, and he dips his head, polite. ]

Ah, I forgot my manners... my name's - Taair. It's Taair. It's a pleasure, Miss Shadowheart - what a lovely name.

[sacredpath]

[yea despite what she said he's purely just a sweetie.]

Maybe. Can you speak to it in its language?

[she'll nod at the introduction.]

Well met, Taair.

[historicals]

No, but that's never stopped me from talking to similar creatures before.

[ he says lightly - clearly joking as he feeds it more charcuterie. ]

Strange circumstances aside, it is nice to have company, isn't it? I imagine this would be even more stressful alone.

[sacredpath]

No. Honestly, that's the worst part of this so far, that there are so many of you here too.

[historicals]

Oh, I see...

[ (disney princess voice) friendship ]

Are you used to being alone, Miss Shadowheart?

[sacredpath]

I'm...

[that's a complicated question.]

I am not used to it, no. But it is not something I find difficult to endure.

[historicals]

[ isn't it just? he smiles a little when she answers, soft, maybe a little melancholy. ]

I see. So... perhaps more so, it's a crowd of raucous faces causing, ah. Pileups of food, that might be a bit more vexing...?

[sacredpath]

...Quite. I have no desire to make small talk with strangers. Either I have died and let me die, or I should prefer to rejoin my companions.