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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!

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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.

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One Crocheted Accessory

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

♡

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Comments

[outdistanced]

It's a light. [ gestures at it lighting up. ] Not magic or anyone's powers. Just regular old electricity.

[historicals]

...Electricity?

[ O:? ]

[outdistanced]

I am not the right guy to give a science lesson. [ SIGHS

and gives it a try anyway. ] It's like lightning, but harvested and used as a power source. I'm not an engineer, I don't know exactly how it works, but it's just science. For things like that [ gestures at the toy ] it would just use batteries.

[historicals]

[ !!!!

he is really listening to like every word given of this explanation, clearly very happy he did explain it - and then nods. ]

I see! So, not all that different from luxite, after all...! A battery would be a smaller, more portable version of powering something ... And that's something you've access to all the time? How wonderful.

[outdistanced]

Uh. Sort of? We have to ask for batteries and stuff if we need them, but the Tower needs electricity to run, so you could say we have access to it because we live there.

I guess maybe they could be similar...?

[historicals]

[ oh. hm. some of that joy fades, but only briefly. ]

Tower...?

[outdistanced]

[ ...? ]

Yeah, it's where I live. [ he mumbles something unintelligible but moving on. ] The Seattle Correctional Flora Tower.

[historicals]

...I see.

[ hhmmmmmmm. he shakes his head a little, clearing away whatever very brief melancholy that flashes across his face with a smile. ]

A lovely name, Flora. [ ... ] At any rate. It does seem a bit similar - there has been luxite used to power lighting and other such technology, but it's rarely afforded to any but the wealthy. The idea that it would be in the hands of children is quite unusual, if only because it is exceedingly rare, and, if processed incorrectly, it can be very dangerous.

So - a little toy like this is quite heartening, to know there's something all people could enjoy.

[outdistanced]

It's short for demiflora. [ like an afterthought but anyway. ] It was probably like that back when they were first figuring out electricity. But it's been so long that it doesn't matter matter anymore, and they have ways to make it a lot safer for regular people to use.

...I never thought about it like that. Toys like that are pretty much common. Even I had some when I was a kid.

[historicals]

Mm. Well - that is the one of the best things about meeting new people, isn't it? We get to see so many other perspectives, and learn so much more about each other.

[ even if they're dead, though this has yet to put a damper on Taair - whatever brief melancholy is gone, now. ]

I hope that luxite can become so safe and widely accessible, too. It... seems a far off dream, for now, but perhaps someday.

[ mm. he trails off, a little thoughtfully, and then shakes his head. ]

By the way - my manners have indeed escaped me. I didn't ask your name!

[outdistanced]

Different perspectives aren't always a good thing.

[ disney princess, meet tsundere. he's not the reassuring type, either, so whatever the right thing to say about the luxite issue is, it escapes him. thankfully god for an out. ]

Oh. Uh - I'm Laurence. Laurence Nimith.

[historicals]

On that, I'd be inclined to disagree - even the worst perspectives are ones we can learn from.

[ he says this very warmly, and then dips his head in a more proper greeting, all noble. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Laurence. ... My name is Taair.

[outdistanced]

[ hm. there's a complicated expression on his face, one that says he doesn't quite agree but... well. that's for later and maybe a pc or two who's to say. ]

Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Taair. [ he can be polite. ] You don't look that bothered by being here.