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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.

🖊️
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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[faithkept]

[A RETICENT MAN WHO IS JUDGING HIS HALO... HE SEES.]

My name is Lucas. May I ask for yours?

[boxcar]

It's Marcoh.

[ Listen he isn't JUDGING!!! But he is curious on what this is all about. ]

Do you know what's happening?

[faithkept]

[JUDGING.......

His head cants to the opposite side.]

I assume we're in the afterlife.

[boxcar]

Do you really?

...

It doesn't look like anything I was told it'd be.

[faithkept]

Mm, well... [GLANCING DOWN AT HIMSELF. Looking at his basket with a bigass egg in it.] ...It doesn't look quite the way I'd heard, either. But the weather is quite nice, at least... And it's very pretty, isn't it?

[boxcar]

It is.

[ He can agree it's very nice here. ]

If not strange. I was expecting something a lot darker.

[faithkept]

Darker? [SIR?? There's a little furrow at his brow, which is barely visible beneath his fringe.] Like Hades?

[boxcar]

Like the sulfur pits Alll-mer rose from.

[ What's Hades? ]

[faithkept]

[THE WHO.]

...I'm afraid I'm not familiar...

[boxcar]

It's the most major religion in Vatican City.

[ But he gets it. ]

Where are you from? Rondon?

[faithkept]

Ah... No. I'm from Arpéchéle. I'm afraid I've heard of neither of those places...

[Looking a little sheepish and also vaguely confused but also kind of excited?? He's never met anyone from off of his island before... The afterlife is wild.]

[boxcar]

It maybe sounds like someplace in Rondon.

Where in? Like the region.

[faithkept]

[A BIT OF A PAUSE...]

Unfortunately, I don't know all that much about the world outside of Arpéchéle... There aren't many texts that wash ashore about them. I believe we're adjacent to- [insert some european-sounding word for Europe here I DON'T KNOW IF THERE'S ACTUAL FRANCE AND JAPAN HERE OR IF THEY HAVE FAKE NAMES.]

[boxcar]

Sorry, I don't know what that is... I think.

[ Debating clearly if it's just Europa in another language but it's not like he can tell. ]

How do you think we got here?

[faithkept]

[There's just a little hum... A MYSTEWY... At the question, though, his shoulders pitch upward in a bit of a shrug.]

Beyond dying? I couldn't hazard a guess as to the actual mechanics that allow souls to travel from place to place.

[boxcar]

So my body isn't here? I feel pretty solid though.

...

I don't know. It just feels too quiet. It's more than I thought but it feels too nice, if that makes sense.

[faithkept]

[WELL. That is true... He sort of pats at his own chest a bit at that, as if reaffirming that he too is solid.]

Mm... Well! Perhaps that's normal for the afterlife? [THIS WASN'T IN THE BIBLE BUT WHAT ELSE CAN HE GUESS.]

If you were expecting something darker, then I can imagine it would feel too nice. It is rather small for what I imagined, though.

[boxcar]

I thought it'd maybe hurt more?...

So far it's just mildly embarrassing for everyone.

...

Maybe it'll get bigger.

[faithkept]

As far as I'm aware, only one type of afterlife hurts.

[THE ONE THEY'RE CLEARLY NOT IN!! Sucks to suck for all the rest.]

Do you think so? That might help out some of the others. They're already quite a restless bunch.

[boxcar]

You have one that doesn't hurt?

[ That's luxury? Wtf. ]

[faithkept]

[THIS IS SO BAFFLING TO HIM. ALL DOGS GO TO HELL???]

Of course...? Do you truly not?

[boxcar]

I don't think it's just you die and then everything is happy. The afterlife is it's own trial. They talk about Alll-mer's journey through the sulfur pits to return back to the earth.

[faithkept]

Oh, my... [JUST SAID SORT OF QUIETLY. THAT SOUNDS SO SAD.] ...That isn't what I've come to know at all. Ours is a very fair system in which only the wicked are condemned to such difficult and painful trials.

[boxcar]

Being wicked doesn't help, I think. But it also depends on the whim of your god.

[ Well at least he just sounds pretty frank about it. ]

[faithkept]

Ah... Do you have an unkind one?

[CRUEL GODS... THEY'RE OUT THERE.]