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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

[dijun]

I see. [ the embarrassment hardly fazes him. ] Nothing the matter with that. I find that picking up a few things here and there will always come to benefit when one find themselves least expecting it. In this case, we will be able to hopefully use that dabbling you've done to fix this.

[ he does huff a soft, brief laugh, though. ]

If you wouldn't mind, as I believe it's snagged. I'm familiar with this... style, if you can call it that, but not while it's on my person.

[historicals]

Not at all! Allow me.

[ carefully adjusting his little outfit so he doesn't flash anyone or show any more leg than he already is, he hurries over to zhongli's side and goes to start unsnagging the little outfit. ]

It's familiar to you, at least...? I... have never seen anything like it. I'd much prefer my own clothes, I think.

[dijun]

Thank you.

[ he straightens back up from where he'd bowed forward a bit in an attempt to do it himself, calm and cooperative. ]

It's reminiscent to something that an old companion of mine once wore, although it's not in my particular taste. I would also much prefer my own clothes.

[historicals]

[ he gives zhongli a little pat when he's done and nods, then stepping back out of the way. ]

Haha... if this is truly the Radiant's domain, then the tenets of modest dress are a long way off. [ at least it's kind of funny. encouragingly, and absolutely not helpfully: ] It's very fetching! And at least it reminds you of a friend, no? It could be worse.

[dijun]

The more that I speak with others, the more I am inclined to think that it's more of an... overlap, or in some ways a waiting space, rather than any true domain of the afterlife. [ a nod of thanks, before he'll unclasp the wings and hold them up with mild bemusement. ]

I would prefer, perhaps, a different friend to be reminded of in these times. At least the clothes would be more fitting. [ dunks affectionately on the drunk. ] But his clothes will be put to use, at least. How would you like to arrange these, my friend?

[historicals]

Yes - we're in agreement, there. In my studies, something like this would be the moment before judgement, so... I suppose it's likely that's what we await.

[ we love being a fantasy catholic.

but, ah!! a question. he smiles a bit at the friend comment, but says nothing else of it, instead looking down at himself. let's see... ]

I think... perhaps I can slip the barbs through the material of the, ah. Skirt? And make it a bit longer. Do you think that would suffice? At least in the back...