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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.

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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]

[au where Scien has joint pain and is beginning to bald

Richie's head bobs back, perturbed. Look, he's getting the picture here. One look around can net you a half-dozen cryptids that would have nerds everywhere creaming their tight-whities. A few rounds of conversation would dispel your hopes for normalcy from the rest. He doesn't get how it's possible — surely if they were all hailing from galaxies far, far away, the blueprints would drift a little further from the Vitruvian man — but with nothing lining up and nothing better to do, he's gonna have to take a few things at face value.

Hard pills to swallow, but he'll gulp them down for now.]

Hundreds of years? You're not fooling? [There were an awful lot of quarantines in dark times that followed that same line of logic. Just throw the poor bastards out, problem solved.] Fine way to treat your fellow man. How the hell did you all survive that long? Even hitting your early twenties, that's a grim bar for life expectancy. Can't imagine it going on for generations.

[noirges]

[ that's the au scien deserves

but yves lets his head fall in his hand, humming thoughtfully ]

I don't think I'd have the imagination to fool about something like this... A scientist on our island invented a cloning system where you could replicate your body and your memories, so you could basically just repeat the same 23 year cycle over.. with caveats.

I think that was just another reason countries avoided us... but I don't think it's right to condemn people for what they need to do to survive.

oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING

[gutterbound]

[Now his brows are on a steady incline to meet his hairline. Things have taken a sudden twist.]

Sounds pretty damn imaginative to me. Right out of the Twilight Zone in fact. Christ.

[this is so much why is this happening to him, specifically. Incurable disease is one thing, cycling out clones like car models is another.]

Sure, sure, you can't blame people for trying. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or so they say. Still. I mean, shit, where I'm from, the only successful clone thus far has been a goddamn tadpole. Big leap to take a whole island population through the test tube loop.

Are you...

[One of them? Or a new generation? Surely these clones fornicate. Human nature is hard to resist.]