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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:

📱
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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[jiaohua]

i. aaa

[good(?) morning(???)!

yet another angel, this one clad in a robe so thin as to be nearly sheer with feathery pink wings, is starting to come to. she looks around her in abject confusion, trying to process what she's seeing - the sky, the people around her, the water, her reflection--

...

her reflection?!

as she spots what she's wearing, her cheeks flush a mortified red and she gives a little yelp, scrambling to try to adjust her outfit so it covers a little more skin. help.]

ii. aaaaaa

[well, there is truly not muchs shec an do about all of this, but at least everyone else seems to be in more or less the same boat when it comes to attire. she still fidgets a little, tugging on her robe self-consciously and trying to adjust it or reaching up to make sure the floral ornament in her hair hasn't come loose as she comes across people, but she's starting to calm down a bit as she explores.

not that there's much to see, really. she has her gift box tucked under one arm, and she ends up walking and walking and walking toward the edge of the island, into the fog, though it's not long before she's back, looking a little disoriented.]

...right back where I started?

iii. aaaaaaaaa

[whatever is going on here, she's still got to eat.

apparently.

but she's looking at the mountain of burgers and the cascade of fries, even if it's been partially cleaned up, with more than a little bit of uncertainty. she pinches a fry between her fingers and examines it.]

Is this... meant to be edible?

[this fry is probably so cold by now.]

iv. wildcard

[throw whatever at me if you'd like! you can also grab me on discord if you'd like a pc!]

III

[ziosar]

...yes, but not from some random pile. You should drop that.

[Get yourself fresh ones, lady, geez]

[jiaohua]

[she drops it. goodbye, fry.]

It seems unappetizing.

[ziosar]

They're better when they're fresh. Just ignore anything that's been out there. Get your own.

[Why so many of you just eat random things off the piles someone left lying around. Yeah, we're all dead and there probably won't be bacteria, but also what's wrong with you all]

[jiaohua]

But what are they? I've never seen food such as this before.

ii

[noirges]

[ a sheepish, understanding smile ]

It's been doing that to everyone, it's a bit disorienting...

[ but he'll look up at her flower ornament after she was trying to adjust it ]

Need another pair of hands, mademoiselle? I can help fasten it for you, if you'd like. My grandpa taught me how to place pins like that when I was young.

[jiaohua]

[oh! hm. waner looks a bit startled when he addresses her - though perhaps that's the disorientation? - before her expression shifts into a smile.]

I would appreciate that, if you wouldn't mind. With all of the confusion since we woke up, I'm not certain I placed it as securely as I'd like... Thank you.

[noirges]

Of course. It's so lovely, it makes sense that you're worried about it.

[ he doesn't point out her startle and instead just wanders over, so covered in bandages underneath his sexy angel cosplay. ]

If I may?

[ he'll hold his hand out once he's a polite distance away - he won't just sweep behind a lady without permission that's creepy ]

[jiaohua]

[she nods, reaching up to fully pull the hairpin out of where it's tucked into her hair, then holds it out to him. once it's out of her hair, the stick the dangling ornaments is on appears much longer than it did when it was just sticking out of the side of her hairdo.]

I'm much obliged, Sir...?

[what's your name.]

[noirges]

[ wow it's so pretty.... he makes an appropriate 'oohhhh' noise and handles it very carefully. ]

Yves. And you are...?

[ said as he'll move to gently brush out her hair with his fingers, making sure there's no knots or anything before he gets started. teasingly: ]

Besides the owner of very beautiful hair.

iii

[productionhell]

[ a woman in this outfit is staring at the mountain of burgers and fries, looking overwhelmed ]

Well, yes, it's good.... but at this point, I think it may make you sick if you eat it...

[jiaohua]

[eek. (eek at charlie's appearance, which is very different from anything waner is used to in her world, or eek at the idea of being made sick? a mystery.) she flicks the fry back into the pile and takes a step back from it, though, before taking a moment to try to compose herself.]

Well I certainly wouldn't want that. This is all bad enough without illness mixed into it.

[productionhell]

[ well, chatlie is very scary looking. no one would blame us for being frightened. ]

You're right! But don't worry, I have a plan to help clean this up.

[jiaohua]

...you do?

[productionhell]

Razzle!

[ a friend flies over... before charlie can even say anything, he starts to eat the burgers and cries ]

... Don't make yourself sick, Razzle.

i. aaa

[boxcar]

[ Just kind of hanging out around when he just hears her yelp. And his first instinct is turn around, suspecting trouble -- only to see her scrabbling with her sexy angel outfit. ]

Oh, sorry -- I'll go --

[jiaohua]

[she looks over in his direction, embarrassed, and then seems... well, surprised? by him saying he'll go?



to be fair most men she knows would simply stare. this is a welcome surprise.]

No, I just need a moment to... [she makes a frustrated noise under her breath, pulling her hair over her shoulders so that it hangs down her front rather than her back. it is luckily long enough to help cover up.] Where did this clothing even come from? Why are we all dressed like this?

[boxcar]

[ Still avoiding perceiving and leaving ample distance between them in case he really just should leave. ]

I don't know. It's embarrassing on its own but at least it's a lot less since it looks like everybody got roped up into it.

I'm sorry. I'd give you the knitted thing in my box but I gave it to somebody else already.

[jiaohua]

[she allows her gaze to rest on the others milling about for a few moments at a time, now, taking in what they're all wearing. then she glances down at her own robe. hm. she supposes it could be worse.

that does actually settle her a little]

...that's true. If we're all dressed like this, then it can't be helped. [she does seem a little uncertain, though. it is hard to go from being extremely covered up in silk dresses and robes to whatever this is.] A knitted thing? [she glances at her own box.] I hadn't yet opened it. Do you think we all have one?

[boxcar]

As far as I know everyone I've talked to about it has mostly the same stuff. The handmade thing can be different clothes but the idea is the same.

Then there's one more thing that maybe is something that belongs to you? Or you had at some point? I'm not sure what's the logic.

iii.

[berserketype]

Doubt it'll kill ya, if that's what you're worried about.

[ ... ]

Wouldn't say it's good though.

[jiaohua]

But what is it?

[she makes a face at it and flicks it back into the pile. if it's not good, she doesn't want it.]

[berserketype]

Convenience food? Somethin' like that.

Got told it was fried potatoes, but I got no clue why they'd cut 'em that thin if they were gonna fry them.

[jiaohua]

Oh. I've seen them shredded before, but I've never seen them served on their own like this. It's always been as part of another dish.

[her gaze slides to the mountain of burgers...]

I suppose these must be some sort of local dishes, then?

[berserketype]

Shredded, cubed or cut like-- [ he makes a circle with his finger. ] Keepin' the surface area. That's the usual way I've seem them cut.

[ also looks at these burgers. ]

Maybe? Don't exactly scream 'local delicacy', do they?