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]

Yeah, it should be okay. Maybe a couple of edits that we discussed while playing.

[driftedaway]

Ehehe, I'll write those up then. [ And with that, Keito cheerfully bring out yet another stationary paper to start writing everything up nice and neat. ]

I feel like it's been too long since I've messed around with the rules of a game like that.

[aurevoirx2]

[ It's almost like he's back to normal for a second? ]

Yeah, I haven't played around like that much since... maybe since high school started?

[driftedaway]

Really? Not even a few house rules here and there?

[aurevoirx2]

I don't think Hinata and I have ever done that...

[ Look, Hinata doesn't need to be more confused in life. ]

[driftedaway]

You should definitely try some then! It can breathe new life into games you like and make them more personal.

[ Good point! ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ ... ]

Yeah, maybe...

[ Things he wishes he could do with Hinata, but can't since, well, the whole being dead thing. ]

[driftedaway]

When you get the chance! You can keep this paper once I'm finished copying it down with the changes.

[aurevoirx2]

Why me? Shouldn't we keep it with the board...?

[driftedaway]

Oh, I'll make another copy for it, no worries. I just thought it'd be easier for you to explain the changes to Harusawa if you had a paper handy.

[aurevoirx2]

But... We can't even take this paper out...? [ He appreciates it though, feeling conflicted aside, Keito-kun believing he'd see Hinata again one day..... is really nice. ]

[driftedaway]

Oh yeah, need a contingency plan then... [ He looks down at the paper, brainstorming for a few seconds. ]

What about this? I'll go memorize it, so I can write it again whenever.

[aurevoirx2]

If you really want to. [ He's confused at this effort just for board game instructions. Or maybe he's just confused Keito-kun's being so nice after.... ]

[driftedaway]

[ Keito stops moving the pen and closes his eyes. His smile is still on his face, but it looks drastically different from how it was during the game. ]

It's something concrete I can do after failing, failing, failing to figure out anything actually useful outside.

[aurevoirx2]

[ ...

Would pat him on the head but he can't reach that high, so shoulder it is. ]

You're fine.

[driftedaway]

Am I?

[ He smiles sweetly at the gesture, the very picture of an innocent boy. ]

Well, I did have fun.

[aurevoirx2]

Un. Just be yourself, Keito-kun. [ He means it. ]

[driftedaway]

I will. Once I figure out who "Keito" has to be.

[ The pen starts moving again, his handwriting as neat and precise as before. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ ... ]

Just you. Fuck the adults, remember.

[driftedaway]

Of course, I remember.

[ As he writes across the page, he continues talking with a curious tone. ]

How old do you think I am, Sora [ -san ]?

[aurevoirx2]

[ ...? ]

Didn't your plaque say 15?

[driftedaway]

That's right. I'm 15 now.

[ He finishes another rule with a flourish. ]

But you know, I also remember being 19. Just for a little bit.

[aurevoirx2]

...?? Like, in a dream way or a real way? [ Because he can't tell with you sometimes. ]

[driftedaway]

That does need clarification. [ Maybe it's because he's here that he can laugh at that. ]

But it's something I remembered, the same way we remembered more once we woke up here.

[aurevoirx2]

Time... travel? [ Right now, he can accept about anything. ]