mayorityvote | Your New Life

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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[ He pauses at that, biting his lip as he thinks. ] ...This place has a way of wringing out something raw and bloody from within and putting it at the forefront.

... Yes. When I admitted my fears that I'd be able to do it, she just... Encouraged me. She said... Hinata didn't have to know. She said, we could have a new beginning.

[ Well, Hinata's in a coma because of him, and if he remembered... Maybe hearing what he wanted to hear wouldn't have worked so well. ]

I thought I could have a new beginning, too. [ He reaches out to try to pat him on the head. Part of him wants to say more to that, but...in this case, he should say what he got from Adela. ]

...Adela actually reminds me a lot of MAMIYA. He usually isn't cagey with me, but...that's how he's been lately. So even though she wasn't upfront with me about what happened before we came here, it still...felt a little like coming home and chatting with him about whatever came to mind.

[ Maybe it would've been worse if he did actually remember what he did now, without the experience of crying at the top of a strange treehouse. ]

I heard what I wanted to hear from her. So...that's how they got us.

We're definitely the kind of people she could easily manipulate, huh? [ That sucks. ]

... We should ask what they know... When the new ones arrive.

...Sounds like it. [ Sure does. And so many mixed feelings about that. He fiddles with some of his hair and brushes it back, sighing. ]

Yeah, we should. I'm not sure how much they'll want to talk though.

If they don't, Sampo can do it. [ He's the "innocent" one of them, after all. ]

Right! They're not worth talking to anyway if they won't. [ He says all that with a smile, but strangely enough, there's zero malice in his words. It's a simple fact of the world, that's all. ]

Looks like we're going to have to play things by ear, but I'm sure we'll manage.