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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[aurevoirx2]

[ ... ]

So what you mean is, we should just go "fuck it" to everything and stop caring about the assholes that hurt us.

[ ...

A shrug. ] Sure, I'm game.

[driftedaway]

...Easier said than done, and there's a lot of nuance gone from that. But close enough.

[ If only he always knew what to say... ]

Yes, let's go with that for now. It's better than crying on the floor all day. [ ... ] I'm surprised we don't have splinters everywhere.

[aurevoirx2]

Hmm.. This place is pretty weird....

Like how are we even here. [ But like, he doesn't feel like thinking hard right now. ]

No, maybe we shouldn't wonder about that right now. Something fun? I don't know what's there to do, though. I feel like I couldn't touch anything when I was outside, did you?

[driftedaway]

[ He shakes his head. ] No, I didn't either. It was only when I was in this treehouse that I felt...corporeal?

[ Which makes them sound like ghosts... He supposes that's what they are now. Maybe his past self would be more excited by this revelation despite everything, but this situation is too distressing to enjoy the novelty of it. ]

I guess the first order of business is to look outside again and see what we can actually touch.

[aurevoirx2]

Okay... exploring again it is, then. [ He nods. ]

[driftedaway]

[ His body still feels kinda numb, but he manages to pull himself up. Time to head down and out. ]

Right, no stone's getting unturned.

[ Here's hoping their investigation is more fruitful than the ones they've had in Puffin Town. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ Well, not turned at all, but... they tried. ]