Room of the dead;

[soulping]

[Welcome to the land of the dead... It's not much of a land, but you're very much dead.

It's an empty and barren catacomb, filled with silently lamenting skeletons. Not that you can interact with them: You're ghostly, incorporeal. Your hands pass through everything you try to touch.

It is very cold, and you're not alone.]

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Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[sweatypalms]

[ Oh, they're playing again. Haha.

Don't mind him, he'll just be ---------> over here.

Aggressively not paying any attention (until it's over.) ]

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[deadrising]

[ Oh...well after they cut their fingers off to figure out something painfully obvious I might come sit with you then ]

Are you...alright?

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[sweatypalms]

[ Rubs his face-- or TRIES TO.

Fucking GHOST HANDS. HE IS SO DONE. ]

They still don't know what the fuck they're doing, even after-- [ can't keep his voice steady, never mind. ]

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[deadrising]

We have never been very clever. But they did manage to make it.

[ NO she understands this :( Not everyone gets the ease of having been this way before...like she has... ]

Then...three people are safe, I suppose. [ But what about those other people who died.... ]

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[sweatypalms]

[ Looking up, actually surprised. Oh, did they...

Well. ] Great for those three.

[ was that sardonic or earnest it's hard to tell. ]

...So what now?

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[deadrising]

[ Shrugging; she would be upset too if three people lived and she was stuck to be Dead Forever. Or more dead. ]

Now...the rest of us wait.

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[sweatypalms]

Mn.

[ bowing his head again. ]

...Good luck.

Re: the dead commentate, day 2

[deadrising]

At least...

[ mm, at least if she stays dead, she is used to it. she assumes that she will just stay dead forever, as that is how it works for her. ]

No, never mind.