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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:

📱
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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[trifocal]

[ i. arrival ]

[ Among the newly awakened angels is a three-eyed young lady. Bewildered, she blinks at the strange surroundings primarily with her lower two eyes. The upper one doesn't seem to blink with them. Her halo, at some angles, may look like a pair of antennae or perhaps a little sprout growing out of her head.

On the "ground" nearby is a very large, metallic lance with gold detailing. There's a brief glimpse of alarm in her face, but then she sweeps out her hand in the air above it, as if to beckon it to her hand.

Nothing happens.

She does it again. Nothing continues to happen. After a moment she finally gives up on vaguely gesturing and bends down to actually pick up the stupidly large lance. ]

[ ii. greeting ]

[ After having a few moments to orient herself, the young lady turns her attention to one of the strangers here, waving one hand eagerly while the other holds the lance steady and upright. ]

Oh, hello! I beg your pardon... Would you happen to know where we are right now?

[ There's a hopeful look on her face as she looks at you with all three of her eyes. ]

[ iii. menu ]

[ At some point, she will find the cafe and peruse the touchscreen menu while still holding her very large lance in her other hand. ]

"Chicken nuggets"... Er... [ She whips her head away from the menu to gaze out at the vast emptiness through the cafe window, then slowly looks back to the "chicken nugget forest" with deep contemplation and concern. ]

... But... where does the chicken come from?

[ iv. wildcard ]

[ Gimme a starter and I'll roll with it! Or PC me. ]

ii

[chrysanths]

The... afterlife?

[ It sounds very uncertain, because he's mainly distracted. That third eye?? Hi??? ]

[trifocal]

D... do you think so!? [ Her eyes widen. ] But... this doesn't seem right...

III

[ziosar]

No idea. But I think there's something else about any chickens we should consider.

[The lance doesn't get much of a blink because he's used to being in the presence of lances and spears, the third eye is...he just chalks it up to the angel costume somehow. All that is to him less relevant than whatever thought just crossed his mind]

[trifocal]

Something else...?

iii

[historicals]

[ someone's asking the real questions ]

-- I was wondering the same thing! I've not seen a single chicken since we arrived here. Isn't that odd? And to refer to them as 'nuggets' is such an interesting term, too.

[trifocal]

[ She moves to clasp her hands together, but one of them is holding the lance, so it just ends up being a weird little half-gesture. ]

Right? I assume it's some kind of food, but without knowing where the meat comes from, I don't know that I can bring myself to try it...

ii

[fightolive]

[ She doesn't seem to mind the eyes looking at her at all. ]

It... Seems like the sky?

[ Unsure. ]

[trifocal]

It... does, doesn't it? But I think that only raises more questions. Why would we be in the sky?

iii.

[peripheries]

From large farms. Humans force them into terrible conditions so they can raise as many as possible and then slaughter them to make cheap food like chicken nuggets.

[But he's,,, reaching for the selection anyway???]

[trifocal]

[ A gasp. ]

Humans do such a thing? Have you witnessed this?

ii.

[berserketype]

[ imagine he's just a little too far away for her to clearly see and then all 200cm of him starts running towards her when he recognises her voice. ]

Eupha??

[ HI? ]

[trifocal]

[ HELP she's a little alarmed when he just starts barreling her way. ]

S-Sir Basilio??

[ ???? ]

i

[dijun]

[ zhongli watches this happen with a mild, polite sort of curiosity, having gotten his wits about him and... not quite figuring out what was going on, he at least has had the time to test things out and reach within to find an emptiness.

he clears his throat to get her attention, hoping to not startle her too much. ]

I noticed much the same when I awoke, young lady. [ indicating his own lance. ] That there was no response where there should have been.

[trifocal]

You as well!? [ She looks between him and his lance. ] Then... is that a divine relic you possess?

i

[nonmagicuser]

[ he's very politely Not Staring at her extra eye but he's also a little blatantly focused to the left of her ]

You too, hm?

[ he wiggles his pointy stick-that's-definitely-not-a-staff in his hand ]

[trifocal]

Ah... Did we all find ourselves here with some object of importance, then?

[ The stick must be important, too. ]

i.

[sacredpath]

[wow... watching her try to summon this big lance.]

You've a weapon. And quite a large one, too. That will serve you well, I hope.

ii. greeting

[boxcar]

[ He looks visibly uncertain which eyes he should be meeting. He settles on the typical two expected of his own kind. ]

...

...

...

No.

one

[cupidsammo]

[ Meanwhile she's watching this all happen with awe and also confusion. ]

That thing's huge...

i

[fending]

[ well, that sure is drakodios there on the... whatever is passing for a floor here, which is more immediately recognisable to him than the girl standing near it when he's seeing her from behind without all her usual accoutrements.

once he sees her reaching for it, though, it registers... as does the fact that she's in the same place as him. ]

Priestess, that you? The hell're you doin' here?

ii

[noirges]

[ adolphe played this so cool. he was so normal about it. super average.

yves, who similarly is wearing a mask to cover half his face, at least spares the third eye a glance before smiling politely and continuing on ]

Not to answer your question with another question, mademoiselle, but what's the last thing you remember?

For me, it was dying. If that helps inform you any.

i

[dickkick]

[ looks at her lower two eyes.

slowly looks up at the third eye.

kind of just rests his hands on his hips like "really?" ]

iii

[productionhell]

[ a woman in this outfit is also peering at the chicken nuggies ]

Er--- well... that's a good question. I've heard that on some places on Earth, there's no real chicken content in these.

iii

[outdistanced]

[ oh god where does he stare first. the third eye, the lance, the nugget forest???? ]

It's, uh, probably best not to ask.