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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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[ Well, someone has to stay behind to keep an eye on changes to the island, right?

From experience, Keito will simply stay at the sitting room of the treehouse, waiting for any arrivals. The room's all cozy and organized with the bulletin board and post-its updated, all done to better reflect the number of people he now expects. ]

If you want to talk or have questions, I'll be here. Or you can ask Sampo or Sora instead? [ It doesn't matter either way, right? ] But if you want to be alone for a while, that's fine too. Just avoid moving into any of the already furnished rooms, okay? Take care of yourself.

[ For the rest of the day and night, Keito in particular will stay in the sitting room, writing on various papers and post-its. Just in case anyone needs more time before talking. ]

... whatever I thought the afterlife would be, this isn't it.

[ Treehouse.... bulletin board... ]

So are we just... stuck here? Heaven is... apartment-sharing to lower the rent?

I thought the same thing.

[ Aside from the heaven part. Because this sure isn't heaven. ]

We're still pretty stuck, yes. I tried my best to decorate so it doesn't feel as bad to rest here, but there isn't much to do here. You'd need to go out for anything more, but there are...caveats to that.

Caveats like what...? Don't tell me we lose memories again, I've had enough of that.

[ Getting her memories back was about the best part of dying, really. ]

If it helps, it doesn't look like we do.

[ He exhales before continuing. ]

What I mean is, caveats like you have to be a duck when you're back in town.