SCHOOL FESTIVAL

[afterlifer]

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: School Festival / Arriving in the Afterlife!
WHEN: 9/30/2012. Morning through evening.
WHERE: All around! Mostly at the school, since it is a school festival!
WARNINGS: Potential violence, but since everyone's already dead it's not like it matters, BUT FOR THE MOST PART HUNKY DORY PG! So PG+V? That works.
SUMMARY: A school festival! Details here!

No matter where it is you woke up, if it's near buildings the sounds of merriment are all around. The shouts of people rooting for the winner of a game, students trying to pull in attention for their booths, adults laughing as they trip over themselves during a sport or someone screaming at the haunted house...

It's then that you realize you're at some kind of festival, everyone's invited, and no one seems to be bothering with money.

Then the realization that you're not even in your clothes. What the hell is this outfit? A school uniform? A janitor? A store clerk? Waitress?

No, no, the bigger question is deinitely "What the hell is going on and where am I?" With nothing but forest and mountains visible in the distance, it's kind of--

POP POP!

..Are those fireworks?

If your character isn't at one of the events and are elsewhere in the town/forest/school/dorms/exploring the buildings/wherever, feel free to just comment with their own thread at the bottom.

Comments

[tenminutes]

[ Yuri's mood seems to change when he asks that. It's not like she's shy about it but, but there's no way she could keep up her peppy attitude when they get brought up. She gets quiet, glancing to the side. ]

A long time ago. They're the reason I'm here.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(Ack! I think I picked the wrong subject there...)

I see... What happened? Unless you'd rather not talk about it...

[tenminutes]

[ She considers not saying it. It's his first day, he probably doesn't need to know-- But.. she'd never hid it before. There wasn't any way to change what happened and she didn't care if anyone knew why she was fighting because it was why she kept fighting. ]

When I was younger, I was in charge of my brother and sisters whenever my parents went out. We had a really nice house, it was pretty out of the way. Almost like a summer home. It's not the kind of place you would think of as anything but safe. Then one day, my dad and mom were doing some things for work and left us alone. Three suspicious men came to the house, wearing ski masks. They started wrecking the house after capturing us, looking for anything valuable they could find.

When they didn't find much besides furniture they pulled me aside and told me to find them something really valuable. They said I was the oldest, I should know or my parents should've told me where the safe was or what to do in case of an emergency. I didn't know, so they told me to go find something or they'd kill each of my siblings. One every ten minutes. The only thing I found, a big vase... It was too big for me back then, so I tripped and fell down the staircase. It shattered. Police got there exactly 30 minutes after they told me that. When it was just them, me, and blood on the walls.

[ She can kind of guess why he asked though. ] I doubt it was one of them that you're mistaking me for.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... I see. I'm sorry for your loss.

(... It must have been tough, living under circumstances like that.)

[tenminutes]

Way to go for the most generic response you could to that. [ She's obviously.. trying to come back from that pretty quickly. ] I lived through it, but still ended up dead before I made it to college so there's absolutely no question as to why I'm here. Whatever you went through probably isn't pretty either.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, what kind of response do you expect after you tell someone a story like that!?

(Siblings... I think I may have had a younger sister myself... I can't put a name to her either though.)

[tenminutes]

By the way, just because I told you my story doesn't mean if you remember yours that you have to share so don't feel obligated.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I'll keep that in mind... So, how was it, that you died...? I mean, you must have been pretty strong to hold together after what happened...

(I wonder how it was that I died? ... I hope it was at least something cool and not stupid like being hit by a bus or train.)

[tenminutes]

It's not really important is it? It wasn't suicide or anything, don't worry.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I guess not, in the bigger picture...

(... It couldn't have been worse than her siblings, could it?)

[tenminutes]

All that matters is I'm dead as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

What are you gonna do about it? It's not like you can just make yourself alive again.

(Is she trying to bring new meaning to the phrase "Like a bat out of hell"? ... Or perhaps a "batter" would be more appropriate, considering the whole baseball thing.)

[tenminutes]

I'm going to kick God's ass.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Kick... God's ass? You're kidding, right?

[tenminutes]

Do I look like I'm joking?

[ Look at this poker face. It's so pokertastic. ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

But... it's God, how can you even be sure they exist!?

[tenminutes]

I believe he exists. Besides, is that seriously coming from someone in an afterlife?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... That's a good point.)

So, have you ever seen any evidence of him?

[tenminutes]

An angel! Also, afterlife.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

An angel? What did it look like?

[tenminutes]

Silver hair, golden eyes, and a blade made of light that appears out of thin air!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

A... blade of light, huh? No wings?

[tenminutes]

Wouldn't that just be too cliche?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

How can you be sure it was an angel and not some monster with a really scary knife?

(... An angelic looking person with a scary knife. Feels familiar somehow.)

[tenminutes]

She didn't look like a monster.

[ Duh. ]