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]

[OOH OUCH BUDDY HIS EARDRUMS he's wincing and putting a finger into an ear]

Eh, sorry? Which part?

[theotherww]

The being dead part!

[lovebombing]

Noooope. Buddy. We're dead. Dead as doorknobs. But, good news!

[JAZZ HANDS]

You'll get the fun ability of being a duck! How's that sound? Sounds wonderful, right?

cw terminal illness

[theotherww]

[Aaaand he's flopped back on the ground. Dying and turning into a duck is the very thing that has broken Walter's ability to make up a scientific explanation for every anomaly that he's faced. Quantum physics can cover a lot, but this is just getting ridiculous.]

No. No, I died a long time ago. You're all just my deteriorating brain's dying hallucinations. A quick peaceful death would just be too much to ask.

[lovebombing]

Hm!

[Hm.]




[You know what, he's just going to move to try to sit on his legs, enjoy the weight of a clown there, man.]

Gee, for me being a dying hallucination, I'm quite physical, aren't I?

[theotherww]

Get off me.

[Walter kicks around, now apparently not having another choice but to sit up if he doesn't want to get squashed.]

That doesn't prove anything, phantom sensations happen in dreams all the time--[He groans.] Forget it. Theoretical space, dying, it's one of them. My only respite is trying to end the madness.

Do you at least have some idea who's behind Adela and Makima?

[lovebombing]

I......do not! No. Actually, I do have a guess. Maybe that wizard? Wizards are always bad news in stories.

[He comes from space what are actual wizards. Also he likes this spot on fellow old man legs.]

[theotherww]

Right. The wizard. That's what I assumed myself--close enough to Erika's claim about witches.

Then our best bet is finding that man and tearing down his curtain, so to speak.

[lovebombing]

I like that idea! Anyways, guess you're in on our valiant quest, pal? Wonderful. Glad to have you.