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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[collisionheart]

[ Amy doesn't sound quite connected. ]

I guess you're right.

[ There's not much more revelation to make, but it still feels like a confession. Bibi's right: they're dead. There's no bus to take, no one to escape, no way to leave this place. How deserving she is to take what Bibi's offering her shouldn't be so heavy. ]

I don't know if I'm strong enough to love you the way you deserve. But if you really think it would make you happy... I want to try my best.

[jarcrash]

... whether or not it'd make me happy depends on just one thing.

[ For once, Bibi's smile is gentle and kind and not nearly as forceful as usual. ]

Will that make you happy as well?

[ That's the emotion that makes you want to give someone their favorite sweets just because you saw them in a store window, right? That's what it is. The desire to make them happy. ]