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[oi_theoi]

Who: Pregame arrivals
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: Shrine Room!
What: Introductionsss? And I guess being dead feelings!


[So, in an apartment largely unfurnished, save for some shrines and basical appliances, a small group of formerly dead people start popping up...]


((Just go for it, guys. I will have Del out doing explanations soon! Mingle etc etc))

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[withswagger]

[--jolts, staring ahead of himself.

Then stares at his empty hands]


Fires of Hades...

[ticking]

...this place is going to get cramped soon.

[withswagger]

You there, are you familiar with this place?

[ticking]

Well... more than you.

[withswagger]

Your confidence is stunning. Have you or have you not any answers?

[ticking]

That would depend on what questions you have.

[withswagger]

Is it true that Gods are afoot in the place?

[ticking]

Literally.

[gestures to the short middle aged waify woman who has a slightly inhuman tint to her]

[edgeofjustice]

Not quite.

[withswagger]

I daresay I fear it may be close. Where am I?

[edgeofjustice]

The story is is that we're all dead--we all died, I mean--and these... gods yanked our dead souls to help them clean house.

[withswagger]

Gods. And here I'd had my fill of their ilk. I can't be dead, I've things to do. How does the story continue without it's lead? And what of the damsel?

[edgeofjustice]

It seems like everyone has...

It seems the damsel will have to fend for herself.

[withswagger]

...

How embarrassing. There'll be no living with any of them after this.

[edgeofjustice]

There really won't be.

[chivalric]

Are you all right?

[withswagger]

Hardly. I might even be a bit disenchanted with the place, as it has claimed guests without sending invitations.

[chivalric]

I have my doubts that any of us were in any condition to accept an invitation after departing from our world.

[withswagger]

Swift, aren't you? What was your first clue?

[chivalric]

I'm afraid I must confess, that answer was given to me. That's the extent of my knowledge concerning what's happened though.

[withswagger]

One must learn from somewhere.

I admit I've little eloquence myself, right now.

[chivalric]

Well, there is certainly no rush.

[boundbydevotion]

Ah...



Try not to be too alarmed... I suppose.

[withswagger]

Of course, where is my head? Twixt my shoulders and not scattered across the Arcadian skies. I ought to celebrate.

If I was not considering myself mad. Perhaps that's what happens when you die. Madness.

[boundbydevotion]

Perhaps...

Though it's satisfying to know not everyone will accept this [small sweeping gesture indicating flat] so readily.