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[teaspectre]

The last time I woke up in a strange place was right after I died.

[ She chuckles, though the sound is tinged with the faintest hint of nervous energy. There's no image to go along with the voice, but the voice is thoroughly female, English and cheerful, if a little ... sarcastic. Whether she's joking or telling the truth is anyone's guess. She sure sounds like she might be joking... ]

So I've spoken to the um, locals and them here a bit, but a second opinion never hurt anyone; This isn't some big Hallowe'en joke, is it? It's not even the right time of year for it. Like everyone here is alive and well and we've all got super powers. I mean yeah I heard the big speech, but how is any of this actually real? We're not all in some weird ... afterlife or anything, are we?

-- I s'pose I should just out and ask, anyway. Anyone know a George Sands? Nina Pickering? George is a tall bloke, bit big in the ears. Nina's a little thing- seriously, she's-- [ uh ] --blonde. And a nurse. They both are, actually. Or they were. And ... Mitchell. It's a last name, but it's what he goes by. Broody, dark hair, probably hasn't bathed in a while- he gets busy. If anyone's seen or knows them, I'd love to hear about it.

... Well, that's it. Thanks! [ click. this is a phone type call, isn't it? Yeah. ]

Comments

[gluestick]

Far as I can recall, I wasn't dead before I showed up here. Unless you want to count "almost died" into the buggin' mix. What's with that kind of question, anyway? You sayin' you were dead or something?

[teaspectre]

[ She nearly blurts out an affirmative, because I mean really, that would be the truest answer, wouldn't it? But that would be weird. Like really weird, wouldn't it? People could be ghosts, but they didn't come back to life. No way. ]

Orrrr something. But I don't know- You forget what happened to bring you hear and suddenly you are here and it's all weird and full of hover-cars and fancy things like that. It just seems like a weird sort of afterlife.

[gluestick]

Pretty sure it's not an afterlife. Pretty sure it's also not anything good, either, though nothin' seems to be trying to kill us here that I've seen.

[That's not much of a save, and he sounds skeptical on the other end of the line.]

You sure? Cause it kinda sounds like you were saying you were dead. Who else in their right mind would ask a question like that?

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[theoryandcalculation]

[She died!?

Rei gives himself a moment to absorb that so he doesn't just blurt rude questions into the communicator, before he answers.]

I don't remember dying, so I don't think it's that, but... you died, and remember it?

Oh, and I'm sorry, but I haven't met anyone by those names.

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[teaspectre]

[ Annie has a big mouth. Even if she backtracks, it'll probably come out eventually. But he's being resistant to blurting. Annie would commend him; she wouldn't have the willpower. ]

I wouldn't say I remember how I got here, no... [ /Thoughtful. ]

Oh. Well that's alright. I'm sure they're around here somewhere. Probably.

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[theoryandcalculation]

I don't think anyone really remembers that part. I was sitting on a train, and then I was here. [Though he had been half asleep at the time, but that's beside the point.]

They might not be. None of my friends were here when I arrived, even the one I'd been with before they brought me. [He's sorry to tell her this, but it's the truth.]

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[onearmedbandit]

You too, huh?

[The deadpan to Kite's voice could be mistaken as joking, too, but he's serious. He was in the middle of a life-or-death fight. This being the afterlife is the thing that makes the most sense, honestly.]

It certainly feels real, at any rate, and you're not the only one confused.

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[teaspectre]

[ See? Someone else see's her logic in this. Afterlife. Makes perfect sense. ]

Exactly. [ Also quite nonchalant about death, but hey. ] It seems like it could be ... you know. Afterlife-ish. But also sort of ... not. I mean it can't really be just a place that pulls people from all sorts of 'worlds'. That sounds like some sort of science fiction thing.

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[onearmedbandit]

Maybe the afterlife is full of different worlds? But then again, I can't say that's exactly my area of expertise.

I've been looking around myself, but the most information I got was from the welcoming committee.

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[lyingheart]

There are people who are brought here and revived in the process. It's not the most common variable, but it's a present one none the less.

I don't know the names you're asking after. I'm sorry.

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[teaspectre]

what really? how does THAT happen my bodies been dead and decomposing for like 3 years now they cant have gotten my body but this is still def me

thats okay im sure there around somewhere

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[humanistic]

[Annie.

Live over a hundred years and there shouldn't be anything that renders you speechless--but Mitchell stares down at his device, and the only word for what he is, is: speechless. He'd know that voice anywhere, even if she didn't rattle off all of their names at the end--Christ, why, Annie, and it's a little exasperated but also fond and a little panicked all at once--it should not be a surprise that she's here, anyone can be dragged here--but it shouldn't have been her. She doesn't deserve this.

He fumbles, then, to answer, and there's a thousand things he could say, a hundred thousand questions to ask her, but eventually all he comes up with is a clueless sort of:]

Annie?

[Give him a second, he'll get there.]

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[teaspectre]

[ Now there's a voice she recognizes. Maybe not the first one she'd expected to hear, but no less relieving. Not in this place. Even if it is Florida. The last she'd seen of Mitchell, he'd been so ... Well, she knew exactly what he'd been. She just wasn't about to admit it. Admit that he'd fallen so far off the wagon and done ... something. She knew without knowing that whatever it had been, it had been bad.

It might be a little cruel to say she doesn't deserve this. A second chance at life, however skewed it is. Maybe one day she'll come to the realization that if she ever goes home, she'll be dead again, but for now? ]

Mitchell? Is that-- That's you, isn't it?

[ She knows it is, but she has to be sure. This place is weird and she's been told a number of times that her friends aren't even here; and yet. ]

[youbastard]

[ Ellie's voice also has a vaguely English sounding accent. ]

I actually wondered the same thing when I first got here, if it was some sort of strange afterlife. At this point I'm pretty sure it's not. Which, I guess, may or may not be a comfort.

[teaspectre]

[ Familiar accents are such a weird sort of comfort. Makes the idea of being trapped in America out of nowhere just a little easier to bear, maybe. ]

Oh. Really? I mean- not that I'm not glad this isn't the afterlife; I mean apart from being Florida, it's a bit ... not wonderful?

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[valr]

It ain't an afterlife, been to mine and it's nothing like this.

[And what she knows of others, they aren't ever this weird or complicated. She's fairly sure that the whole "alternate universe" thing is true, as weird as it is to her.]

Seems like you found Mitchell, yeah?

[Since Kara recognized the name.]

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[teaspectre]

I'm not exactly complaining, at this point. [ Well, she kind of is. Very mixed feelings. Sigh. ]

Yes! I did, yeah. You know him?

[darwinatrix]

If it's an afterlife, it's an irritating one.

[teaspectre]

Is it?

voice

[acclimatized]

I spoke to a Mitchell once, but I don't know if he's still here. Haven't heard of the other two either, sorry.

[ but back on the more important topic: ]

You seriously died back home?

voice

[teaspectre]

Oh I've found him, no worries. Nice to hear he's been out of his mancave a bit and talking to people, though!

[ er. she's got a big mouth, doesn't she. ]

Yeah, it was a while back. Got it all sorted and what not.

[lurings]

I'm still debating whether or not this is another very strange coma dream. [ and she's still debating if she'd prefer that. ] I sort of met a guy named Mitchell though. Apparently can't sing to save his life, appealing lack of resistance to sad faces. Irish?

[teaspectre]

That is such a lie- he can definitely sing. In the shower. But don't tell him I've said that- It's not my fault he showers at four in the morning when he thinks I'm not awake.

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[glowsferatu]

[ oh, she knows that mitchell. the self-loathing one, angry enough at what he is that he projects it onto everyone else. her opinion's a little mixed. ]

Actually, it very nearly is the right time of year. October starts tomorrow, and I'm sure you know how strictly that schedule isn't followed. It'll be Halloween until the first week of November's done, I'm sure.

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[teaspectre]

What, really?

[ Oh man, it's October. Halloween is soon. ... Would it be cliche to go as a ghost? ]

Yeah, and then bright and early November first, you'll hear nothing but sleigh bells.