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- !event,
- animaniacs: yakko warner,
- bioshock 2: eleanor lamb,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: gil ryanson,
- changeling the lost: giles,
- changeling the lost: okie,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- community: abed nadir,
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- don't starve: wilson higgsbury,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- farscape: john crichton,
- fe3h: dedue molinaro,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- homestuck: eridan ampora,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- homestuck: nepeta leijon,
- hylics: wayne,
- identity v: helena adams,
- ikemen sengoku: mitsuhide akechi,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- kingdom hearts: demyx,
- kolchak the night stalker: carl kolchak,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- malevolent: arthur lester,
- malevolent: john doe,
- mcu: ava starr,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- noragami: yatogami,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: april caouette,
- original: max maximum,
- original: siffleur,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of the abyss: tear grants,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the magnus archives: daisy tonner,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- wednesday: wednesday addams,
- westworld: maeve millay
APRIL EVENT: AND HARDSHIPS UNNUMBERED (LOCKED ROOM POST)
[it happens in less than the blink of an eye.
April 10th. 10:47 AM. no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, most passengers previously aboard the Serena Eterna find themselves in an empty room. not a very large room, but not a very small one, either. stone floors. stone ceiling. mostly stone walls. whatever they were wearing before, they aren’t wearing it now; all of them are now in one of two outfits, with no real seeming rhyme or reason as to who gets what. there is a large wooden door in the center of one wall, locked with a heavy drawbar. there is an LED display above it, like you would see at a sports arena; it’s currently turned off.
and then there are the heads.
the walls are mostly stone. mostly, because seeming every square inch of every wall has a head sticking out of it. human, animal, mixes of both and neither. passengers may recognize friends, or family. fellow passengers, specifically the dead (and anyone living that opted out). themselves, if they’ve ever died during the voyage. every head ends just at the top of the neck, and every one has their eyes wide open, expressions glassy and unseeing, but entirely neutral. just staring forward.
the display flickers to life, displaying the following information:]
[has anyone seen Fio?]
April 10th. 10:47 AM. no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, most passengers previously aboard the Serena Eterna find themselves in an empty room. not a very large room, but not a very small one, either. stone floors. stone ceiling. mostly stone walls. whatever they were wearing before, they aren’t wearing it now; all of them are now in one of two outfits, with no real seeming rhyme or reason as to who gets what. there is a large wooden door in the center of one wall, locked with a heavy drawbar. there is an LED display above it, like you would see at a sports arena; it’s currently turned off.
and then there are the heads.
the walls are mostly stone. mostly, because seeming every square inch of every wall has a head sticking out of it. human, animal, mixes of both and neither. passengers may recognize friends, or family. fellow passengers, specifically the dead (and anyone living that opted out). themselves, if they’ve ever died during the voyage. every head ends just at the top of the neck, and every one has their eyes wide open, expressions glassy and unseeing, but entirely neutral. just staring forward.
the display flickers to life, displaying the following information:]
NEXT: DAISY TONNER
64 LIVES
64 LIVES
[has anyone seen Fio?]
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They look over. "See anyone you know?"
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He gave a bit of a chuckle. "The only one that I care to recognize was Lord Nobunaga's and that was because the living Nobunaga was literally trying to stand on it."
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There's another soft laugh. "Well. I guess that does sound like him. I think I saw me somewhere around here." They're not clarifying that it was them at age eight. "And a version of my brother."
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He turned his attention back to the walls. "I haven't seen my own head yet. I'm actually morbidly curious about how it would look on these walls."
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"I've died like...over a hundred times already. So I guess that's not super surprising that at least a version of me would be here." They shrug. "Probably the same as the other faces. Blank, glassy look. Like James Van Der Beek in that Kesha music video." A beat. "You won't even understand that reference, but...it's basically this."
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"But having died a hundred times already... I'm a skeptic when it comes to things like gods and the afterlife, but what you just said sounds what I would imagine Hell to be like."
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That's a fair assumption. "Apparently it's part of my powers? Also God doesn't like me? Which is like...you know...whatever." Who cares what some judgmental girl on a bike thought anyway? Not Klaus. "Um. But yeah. Just my life. I didn't find out till I was like...35? I repressed a lot of shit. Did not remember all that. Anyway. Found out when my brother's son that wasn't actually his son shot me in the chest with a harpoon. Hurt like a bitch."
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"I imagine anything being shot into your chest will hurt like a bitch. Unless it's done in a way where you die instantly." Mitsuhide has been shot before, mainly being grazed by bullets and arrows, and those always felt like something burned him when they happened.
"So, you have the ability to die and come back to life at an earlier time in order to relive your life again? And this was something you could do even before you came to the ship?"
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They nod at that. "Yeeeaah. It's terrible. I'd explain all the rest of it, but I'm told that I have a habit of oversharing. So...yeah." It's probably not necessary to explain it all anyway. There's waaaay too much to get through.
"Well, I did. But I just came back. I mean, when I got hit by a car, my body had to fix all the injuries while I was coming back. It was weird." So much for not oversharing. At least they didn't explain that this was an experience over multiple times and was a game of catch that his dad set up. "But then my dad did something and Allison pushed the button to restart the universe and then we didn't have powers anymore."
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"But you are saying that you no longer have the ability to come back to life in your own world?"
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"Yeah. I don't have the ability to see or control ghosts either. That one, though, that's probably fine. Until I go sailing through the air and need one to catch me so I don't die again...then I'll probably miss it." Ben's already gone, so it isn't like they can miss him. And dick!Ben is the one that's around now.
"It's a very long story. Like I can tell it to you, but like...yeah."
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He arched a brow some. "Usually when someone says 'it's a long story' it's their way of saying that they don't want to talk about it."
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"I mean, it's not so much that I don't want to talk about it. I just logically understand that it is a long story and there's a lot of information overload. Usually." A beat. "Like I grew up in a house with six other kids, my dad, my mom that's a robot, and Pogo. He's a talking chimpanzee. And like we were trained to be superheroes. You know. Fight crime, save the world. All of us were bought. One might say adopted, Peter would fight me if I ever said it again and would say...illegally obtained through like...coercion or something like that."