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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[lovebombing]

Mm.

[It rubs him wrong. It really rubs him wrong. People and their vanity...]

What do you feel about it?

[aurevoirx2]

I don't know. I'm mad. At him, at my parents, at life. I feel sick, used, ugly, and so much shit and at the same time... I don't feel like anything at all.

Mostly, I miss Hinata. It's my fault that he... [ He cries, because if there's one person who he never wanted to suffer, it's Hinata. ] He's in a coma.

[lovebombing]

[He really doesn't know what to say to any of this.]

And who's Hinata?

[aurevoirx2]

[ It's okay, it's just venting! Keito-kun got the worst of it. ]

My best friend...

[lovebombing]

And what did you do to him.

[aurevoirx2]

I panicked. I couldn't let him see... He was at my parents' house... What was he doing there..... Why...

[lovebombing]

[Another sigh. See, this is why he's not part of the Mourning Actors. This is not his vibe.]

[Even so, he reaches over and just puts his hand on Sora's head.]

[Hair ruffles a little.]

[There, there, buddy.]

[aurevoirx2]

[ Don't mind him, Sampo, he'll just be a mess for a while. Sniffling with self-pity as kids do. It's embarrassing him, too, as someone who had to hide how he feels for his whole life and isn't able to hide the mess of a person that he really is. ]