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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

[gutterbound]

No shit.

[That's very nice for you, being a very pretty boy. Meanwhile a perfectly average man on accelerating ramp to 40 probably paints a less comely picture with his gams out.]

You wouldn't remember what got us all in this pickle, kid? I mean, there's a pretty strong implication. Pretty grim one too, but speaking frankly, if this is some heavenly reward for lives well, I regret every minute I spent in a church pew.

[historicals]

[ help. he cannot help but let out a little laugh - muffling it in one hand, because it's very inappropriate but very funny. ]

I believe that you and I may have arrived at the same grim conclusion, sir. I appear to be missing something at the moment that put me in quite an, ah. Pickle, as you said, and that would be the crossbow bolt.

[ the hand at his mouth comes down to press very lightly at his chest. ouchies. ]

But... perhaps it is a state of awaiting 'judgement'?

[gutterbound]

[The laugh tugs a smile out of him. Good. Someone's got half a sense of humour.]

Crossbow? Jesus god, you piss off the knights at a Ren Faire?

I don't know about that. We already got kitted out in the garb, seems like easy admittance to the pearly gates. Just doesn't seem worth the ticket price now that we're here. Thirty-odd folks milling around one busted burger joint for all eternity sure ain't what I signed up for.

[historicals]

At a... [ a what, ] ...well, no knights involved. Quite the opposite, actually! If the knights had been involved, that may have been even stickier... But it's alright. What's dead is done, and all of that.

[ as for the rest of that there were so many references his head is spinning but he is doing his very best to keep up. ]

I suppose that's true. It's a bit like the heavens in the scriptures, certainly, but it is... mmmm....

[ as he trails off searching for a polite word to finish his sentence ] ... a 'busted burger joint'.

[gutterbound]

[Is he implying...Richie frowns a moment.

Look, some part of him is still screaming, high pitched and no pause for breath, at how shatteringly insane this all is. The other half is doing anything it can to shut that guy up. Just as there are two approaches to nihilism, there's two approaches to utter insanity. Nothing matters, so despair, or nothing matters, so who fucking cares?

He'd love to find a nice sound-proof closet to verbalize that anguished dichotomy, but for now he's going to smile and nod at the nice fellow who may or may not have died in a medieval skirmish. He will not get the answers he wants in this conversation. Or worse, he will.]

Damn right it is. Like they pasted a thin veneer of the real deal over a hot turd. And where are the folks in charge? Someone's gotta field customer complaints.

[Anyway.]

What's your name, anyway?

[historicals]

[ sometimes i open my tags and just die a little because kabby is such a good writer. this is one of those times

at any rate, unaware of richie's internal turmoil, taair blinks - and then laughs a little, hand to his chest. ] Ah - I've forgotten my manners in all of this excitement, forgive me.

My name's... [ a brief pause, and his smile warms up as he says so, dipping his head politely: ] Taair. Just Taair. It's a pleasure, good sir. And yourself?