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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.

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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.

🧶
One Crocheted Accessory

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

♡

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Comments

[spiritbalm]

[ there are so many various body parts of andraste perhaps you should settle for one of the lesser ones. her hairy arse, or perhaps her blighted nose.

that's a lot to process in about four seconds, so, working on that. hawke makes that sound so passive. like dying was something that just happened to anders incidentally, which is a funny way to put it. ]

It's only been-- minutes. [ but okay, hawke does look a little different. slightly older. he can't exactly meet his eyes, so he can't really take a look good look at his face. ] You still shouldn't be here. You aren't supposed to be. That was the point.

[nonmagicuser]

[ ..........well. he is fluffy enough to be a hairy asshole. ser I wear an entire bird upon my shoulders and call it fashion ]

Perhaps then. But now- Makers bloody balls, Anders. The world is- was ending. [ scrubs his head because thinking about it just makes him mad all over again. gods damned Corypheus and his nonsense ] It'll take far more than a few drinks to describe the absolute shite fucked nonsense that's happened but circumstances aside... I'd rather it have been me than the poor sod in charge.

[spiritbalm]

[ it is fashion. slay!!!!! it was so cool and black and cunty and now it's a stupid angel outfit. this is the fate he deserves.

anyway, quickly and snappily:]

That's idiotic.

[ hawke is supposed to be invincible and live forever and never die, so this self-sacrificial thing is not cute!

again, though not very long of an explanation but a lot to process in there. ]

How long has it been exactly? What do you mean the world is ending?

[ and because he cannot help himself, he will always Be That Guy: ]

What about the Mages?

[nonmagicuser]

Four years? I've hardly kept track.

[ rubs his face repeatedly simply thinking about it. ]

The mages are a part of the Inquisition now. Safer, after they foolishly pledged themselves to a Tevinter cult and promptly got themselves banished from Ferelden. There's a big hole in the blasted sky because of Magister trying to restart the Imperium through whatever bloody means he can stick his claws into. The veil is shitting demons. The templars have lost their godsdamned mind. Oh, and all the Wardens are conscripted.

[ haha! ]

[spiritbalm]

You thought the Templars hadn't already lost their minds?

[ anyway. he's met corypheus he was there the first time. remember he went insane and stuff. he doesn't know if joining the Inquisition - whatever that is - is good or bad or worse, but the veil shitting demons part sounds bad. ]

Four years. [ ... ] I don't think there's anything to drink here.

[nonmagicuser]

You'd think joining the fade would at least come with free ale.

[ though speaking of templars and needing a drink ]

You know, they've gone and put Cullen in charge? Poor bastards in charge of tactics.

[spiritbalm]

[ stop he's going to fucking hurl ]

That's worse news than you dying.

[nonmagicuser]

[ eat shit!!! ]

It can't all be delightful updates.

[spiritbalm]

Well you have to balance all the good news about the demons ...

[ cool well the urge to Banter is so strong and he felt himself getting sucked into that so easily just now which is hawke's freaking superpower. it's hateful. he should probably Stop that. ]

I don't know if it's the Fade. I'd-- [ uh. how to put this in public. ] Be more obvious.

[ ... ]

We don't have to speak. I understand you're finished with me.

[nonmagicuser]

[ you know, he didn't even Think about it? it just happened so naturally that having it pointed out is....jarring. like, oh. right! I was bloody furious with you, wasn't I? ]

Glowing brighter than the sun itself? Be harder to miss? A little glaring on the eyes.

[ that said ]

If you don't think I'm not going to take the opportunity to haunt the ever loving shite out of you, than I'd hardly think you know me at all. [ wiggles his fingers ] Ooo I'm the blasted ghost of stupid choices you have to live with.

[spiritbalm]

[ that's the ticket.

there's a sick sense of relief that hawke apparently isn't cutting ties. again. but he can't really help the snake-quick response: ]

The knife in my back wasn't punishment enough?

[ and then immediately looking guilty for saying it. ]

[nonmagicuser]

[ you're an idiot, but you're his idiot. clearly if his most stupid isn't going to cut it, nothing else is ]

For me, maybe.

[ since you know. he had to live with that ]

[spiritbalm]

[ woof! twisting his hands into one another, like he's going to itch at the bandages he normally keeps at his wrist and finding them not there. ]

... I need a bit.

[ this is a conversation that requires pants so badly. ]

Come find me later, if you don't change your mind about speaking to me.

[nonmagicuser]

[ don't think about the fact they had this whole conversation with their bits flapping in the breeze ]

...Sure. Take your time.

[ he has four years to catch up on after all ]

I'll find something to keep me busy.