Your New Life

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Another New Life

You wake up to the sound of surf, much, much closer than you've ever heard it unless you moseyed down to Puffin Pier back in the old days. What old days...? Why, the days when you had a body, of course. The memories are probably coming back by now, jumbled along with everything else you lost. What a wake-up call.

But at least the ocean is real, unlike your dubiously fragmented remembrances. This little island out in the middle of nowhere sports a crude sign reading DUCK DAMNED ISLAND that seems like it's really railing against whatever fate you've been left to. There are little seashells and sparkling fragments amongst the sand to the left of your face. If you look further, to the left and right, it seems you're not the only one who's woken up here; it's considerably less cushy than your last wakeup, but maybe that's not a bad thing.

Here, you're free, albeit... kind of incorporeal, as you'll soon find out. The island is covered in pretty little trees that don't quite form a forest, bowed over the really beautiful sandy beach that is way prettier than the one on the mainland. One, slightly rickety treehouse -- bare of anything, because incorporeal ghosts don't need furniture, of course -- peeks out from between the leaves. This is, apparently, your home away from home now.

Finally, there's a small bay-like area on the island that leads you to a strange-looking storm drain, marked with a symbol that's not-quite-an-apple. Stepping in will wash you alllllll the way back up to Puffin Pier, right where the sewers normally let out.

Oh, and once you step onto the mainland? You're now a duck. What kind of quacking afterlife is this.

((OOC: the tldr; about death is here!))

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[driftedaway]

[ Keito remembers now. The amusement park, the snow, the fate that will befall him if nothing changes. All of it. And so he weeps near the ocean.

He'll be doing it for a while, just crying near the water and adding his own tears to it. But eventually, he stops and stumbles his way to the very top of the treehouse.

Apparently he's calling dibs on that area, even if he's not quite aware he looks like he's doing so. That's what you're pretty much doing when you're laying down on the floor and looking at the ceiling like a floating piece of trash, right?

(He is so not okay.) ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ same bestie but with more effort because he's probably already at the highest room too curled up into a ball. ]

[driftedaway]

[ they should not same brain about this sort of thing??? but yeah screw it, move over. he likes tall places and he's not moving for another ride this time.

so are they both just gonna be on the damn floor like the damned disasters they are? ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ yup probably, just sad wet cats on the floor. ]

[driftedaway]

[ he doesn't really want to talk or acknowledge what happened last night (?). which is an awkward sentence to write considering their boyfriends (?).

so yeah sad wet cats on floor time is just gonna continue. at least keito's making the effort to try not to cry out loud. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ he's quiet, keito's being quiet. It's fine. They're fine. Like two kittens being introduced to each other in the same room, but keeping away from each other. ]

[driftedaway]

[ so time's just going to pass like that, tick-tocking while they quietly lose even more of their shit? weirdly enough, he's okay with that.

...at least for a while. because keito may be a sad big meow meow right now, but he's also a highly social meow meow. so eventually he does say something, voice hoarse and barely audible from all the sobbing. ]

This is the worst.

[ not that he's very sure he wants to actually start a conversation, but it's just too quiet in his head. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ Hoarsely croaking: ] Which part?

[driftedaway]

Too many to count. [ hell if he can elaborate well right now. ]

[aurevoirx2]

Mhnm. [ That's agreement, btw. ]

[driftedaway]

[ yeah, he can guess that much. ] ......Why did it all have to end like this?

[aurevoirx2]

Life sucks.

[driftedaway]

[ siiiiigh. ] ...I want to deny that, but a lot of things really suck.

[aurevoirx2]

[ Like a point, he's bawling into his hands again. ]

[driftedaway]

[ normally, he'd apologize, but he's out of spoons. instead he just rolls over and lies face down on the ground. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ round 2, bet ]

[driftedaway]

[ he's on. it's not like there's a lot of people to be the happy student for around.

so yeah just crying on the floor again. this is (not) fine. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ Right, what's the point in acting nice anymore when you just feel fucking wretched am i rite ]

[driftedaway]

[ the nice student isn't actually an act for him but yeah point taken. on the other hand, the emotional grinder and unfairness of what he remembers is unfortunately probably real. what a sick joke.

he doesn't have to be the one to talk again does he? ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ you want him to talk first? You sure? ]

At least they're dead.

[driftedaway]

[ not like there's anyone sane here to ask. ] ...Who's they?

[aurevoirx2]

The awful people called my parents.

[driftedaway]

Oh. [ he's so emotionally numb right now that his reaction is far flatter than it normally would be. all while also being ready to cry at a drop of a hat. great. this makes total sense. ] ...That's what you remembered?

1/2

[aurevoirx2]

Worse.

2/2

[aurevoirx2]

It felt great. [ Guess what starts? The broken laughing. ]