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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

[ziosar]

I think being here means it's too late to not fall for some shady thing.

[You have been entrapped, and probably not by some bird]

[gutterbound]

There's something to be said about passive resistance. Make that passive-aggressive, should any lords

[Frowns down at this egg. Wipes his forehead and looks back to this kid. Really, the damn thing is the least of all concerns, but it does feel like adding insult to injury.]

Pardon my manners. Name's Rich. You?

[ziosar]

Manners are not a concern right now. I'm Sanada.

[Passive resistance, huh. Hmmmm...]

You'll have to take the lead on that one. I have never been good at being passive-aggressive.

[Too direct for such things. He'd be no good at that]

[gutterbound]

Cool. Nice to meet you, Sanada.

[There's a dry huff at the brush off. He goes to put his hands in his pockets and remembers there's fuck all but toga tarp there, and so settles for a good ol' cross of the arms. This sucks.]

Come on, it's easy. You just slew shit with a smile and sandwich it in back-handed compliments.

More the take a bull by the horns type, are you?

[ziosar]

More the punch the bull right between the horns type.

[Why do you sound so proud of that, Akihiko]

[gutterbound]

Not a smart way to take on 900 pounds of angry sirloin.

[Better to climb out of the ring wholesale if you ask him.]

Bit of a brawler, then, are you?

[ziosar]

Not a smart thing to try to defeat me, either!

[He's so confident of his own skills, really]

I'm the captain of my school's boxing team. Fighting is pretty much all I do.

[Both at that, and at his labors in the S.E.E.S. It's aaaaaall fighting]

[gutterbound]

All right. I'll take your word for it.

[Though there's a question to be begged here, and Richie's half-on and half-off the fence about how to ask it. They're dead, aren't they? So what landed this big tough boxing baby at the foot of St. Peter's Gates?

Sure, kids died all the time. But they weren't supposed to. On a more mundane note, now a lot of the follow up questions you could ask (were you aiming for a scholarship? Got a tournament coming up? No girlfriends?) seemed like a punch in the dick.]

Well, I suppose you keep your fists on backup duty and wait 'til all propriety has failed before knocking the suckers out. If anyone ever does show up to take the reins. Christ, they even cheaped out on the pamphlet.

[ziosar]

I'm not sure those pamphlets existed in the first place. It must be some kind of prank.

[Like the angel costumes. There's so much nonsense, eh?]