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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[jarcrash]

[ This is some very picturesque moping. But Bibi does not care about interrupting its aesthetic integrity. Hi, roomie. ]

So, what are you in for? Killer or victim?

[ Absolutely no judgement in her tone. She's surprised to see him on this side of things, so it simple feels like the most basic question to ask. ]

[mareum]

[If Dongrang can count on one thing, it's for Bibi to be completely real in the face of damn near anything. It's something he genuinely appreciates, so he responds in kind.]

Ahh, it's embarrassing, but attempted killer turned victim.

[jarcrash]

[ OOF. Bibi pulls a face. ]

Yeah, that's really lame, not gonna lie.

I'd make fun of you but as a real and proper victim, I can't talk.

[ Beel's motive for murder was really touching but that doesn't mean being killed puts any less of a damper on the self confidence. ]

[mareum]

[HE KNOWS. HE...KNOWS...]

Good, because it's painful enough imagining certain people celebrating my failure right now.

[Smash cut to his face on a banner at yesterday's afterparty.

He heaves a sigh, allowing some of the vitriol to dissipate with it. He has no reason to aim it at Bibi, anyway. She's one of the few he actually likes.]

I did so much planning... I at least like to think that I'd have gotten away with it.

[jarcrash]

[ Bibi would have loved to see Erika's face at trial... Alas, being dead robs them even of such simple pleasures as seeing another girl go apeshit with laughter... ]

How were you gonna do it, then? If I had gone for it, it'd have been poison. Though I'd have had to be careful to not make whatever I put it in too delicious, that'd narrow the suspect pool.