graveyard.

[foxhounds]

You remember dying. In fact, you remember the exact feeling and fear of how you died, and yet in the next moment, you're suddenly standing in a cold room. You're not sure how you got here at all, but it's as if you were suddenly put here the moment after you died. As you look around, the first thing you'll notice is that you're standing in front of an open casket. And you're inside. The corpse inside the casket is definitely you, and it's also definitely dead, which certainly makes this confusing. Luckily, here's someone here to explain. When you wake up, there's footsteps walking closer, and then a familiar face appears. Iván is here, or someone that looks very much like her is. All she starts off with is two simple words— "You're dead." Which would seem obvious, but she explains that you have been before you ever arrived to the island. The shipwreck and the island are't real, after all. This is purgatory, and the Hunt is a way to judge the souls of the living. People show their true nature when they're put in a stressful situation, so it was deemed that this was the way that these judgements would be passed. She explains that you'll know your fate when the game ends, but if you really can't wait that long, you could always ask, but hope isn't lost. After all, the "killers" are on your side. If they can win the game, then everyone can come back to life. They know this, and it's why they're fighting so hard to win. It's a shame that the odds don't seem to be in their favor, but that's also part of the Hunt. — Exploring your new surroundings, you'll realize that you're likely at the bottom of that giant sinkhole, at least if that light far above you is any indication. You no longer feel the need to eat or sleep anymore (technically, you never did, but the habits of being alive are hard to break), so it's a good thing there's enough to do while the game continues. You can watch the proceedings of the Hunt in one room where there's plenty of comfortable couches to sit in and lounge, as well as a fully stocked bar, if you feel like indulging. Another room offers a game room with cards, billiards, and any other games you'd like to play in a group. If you ask your host nicely, she might provide more, but for now, there's not much to do other than to watch and wait for the Hunt to end.

Comments

[inspiritus]

[ He presumes she knows what he's talking about, then. ]

As in an alcoholic beverage. Most drinks I have are non-alcoholic and I can't remember the last time I had something like this.

[ No, it's actually tasty. Too tasty. The glass is almost empty again. ]

[snackoosniper]

[ It is nice to have sugar in her system again... She pushes the bottles closer to Sephiroth so he can pour for himself, 'cause she ain't no serving girl. ]

I see. I guess I expected you tall, long-haired pretty types to make bar-brooding a habit.

[ What is bar-brooding, Ema.

-- She snaps her fingers. ]

Ahhh! I know what you remind me of! One of those dressy singers with big cult followings. What was it called? Sensual K...?

[ wrong ]

[inspiritus]

[ As soon as she does, he's pouring it again once the glass is empty. ]

I didn't have much time to sit in on bars before I was sent here.

[ He... simply raises an eyebrow at that, but he did find the idea a bit amusing.]

I might understand that my clothing is possibly odd to you, but while I was popular from my homeland, I was not a singer.

[snackoosniper]

[ Oh, right. She pours herself another glass. They'll clean out all the orange juice at this rate... ]

You said you were a general or something, didn't you? You seem a bit young.

[inspiritus]

[ They sure will, and probably be super less tense since before they've arrived here. And of course, once someone has alcohol, it is understandable their tongue will be more loose... ]

I am. On my homeworld, it was my purpose to serve and lead the Shinra military. Some might say, 'a weapon', considering that I was trained rigorously for my capabilities. Aside from the visits to a lab, of course.