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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.

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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.

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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

[chrysanths]

If you stay still, you won't have problems about the length.

[ Hopefully?! Anyway, he turns away from Taair because he probably doesn't want to be looked at right now. He sighs and goes over to the box, opening it. Is there a scarf in here? ]

[historicals]

Understood...

[ trust him he will not be moving. obedient.

anyway yes!!! underneath the book which is in some kind of neat holster thing, there's a blue scarf. ]

[chrysanths]

[ Perfect. He takes out the blue scarf and walks over to Taair to hand it over to him. There's a reason why he's doing this and that's-- ]

Tie your scarf around the skirt part and it won't move too much.

[ Like how a pencilskirt works. He's trying. ]

Your walking might be weird, but that's probably better than you looking like you're walking down the road of shame constantly.

[historicals]

[ he listens to these instructions, and then nods - and thankfully, takes them well, as he wiggles a bit to tie the scarf properly around himself, and then sighs, relieved. it's a tight fit, but he'd rather waddle than be exposed!!! ]

Ah... that's better. [ as he smooths out the little scarf, he looks up and smiles at adolphe, genuine. ] Thank you, kind sir - truly, I appreciate it.

It's a bit odd... I did not expect to die and then immediately lose my clothing.

[chrysanths]

[ It looks like he's about to say something, but then he stops himself, closing his mouth. It's fine. Nothing happened. ]

I don't think the afterlife is like anything anyone would ever expect it to be.

[ all religions are wrong etc ]

[historicals]

That is the trouble with theology, isn't it! Unless one believes firmly in prophecies, those who study religion are often just guessing! It does tend to be lacking in source material.

[ that is a little bit sacrilegious to say but it's okay ] Ah. Radiant forgive me. At any rate - it is a very strange afterlife, indeed, but one better met by kind souls such as yourself. May I ask your name?

[chrysanths]

No one should really be brought back to life and live to tell the tale about it either.

[ So he's like. Good for no source material! He seems weirdly firm about this too. He doesn't seem very keen on being called a kind soul though. ]

I'm Adolphe.

[historicals]

[ ha ha... ha... yeah... ]

I'm inclined to agree. [ oof. that's a depressing topic. there's a slightly awkward pause, and then, more cheerfully: ] So, dead it is, then! [ taair, ] And, really - we're experiencing something not written in a single historical record, and that's quite exciting, too.

Sir Adolphe, it is a pleasure. [ as taair bows his head, all polite noble manners. ] Thank you for your help.

[chrysanths]

... Yeah. Sure.

[ Nobility... he has mixed feelings, because this man seems Pure. With a capital P, font size 72, bold, italicized and underlined. ]

You like being a pioneer of things?

[ but you're dead?? Why would that matter now?? ]

[historicals]

[ whostosay.gif

taair clasps his hands together at that, though, his whole face warming up. ]

I like to learn. [ less so to be a pioneer. ] And to see things for myself, and experience them. If I'm dead, then I may as well make the most of it, don't you think?

[chrysanths]

For your own satisfaction?

[ Well. He can't fault him for that. Might as well get his bonus time in. ]

Though you'll have to record them in your head and not any papers from what I can see.

[ They have pens, but Adolphe isn't aware of the note taking function in the phone. ]

[historicals]

Well - it would be better to share with others, but...I'll make do.

[ nothing too different than normal, there.

and then! the bit about recording makes him make a little noise, an aha of realization!! and he makes his way over to the box and gingerly kneels down, then... picks up the holstered book! he looks a little surprised to see it, but then holds it up for adolphe's inspection. ]

I've a fine memory, but perhaps that won't be too necessary.

[chrysanths]

[ Adolphe slowly blinks. This book? What? He feels like this explains nothing. ]

... This a journal of yours?