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

[fortepian]

[Frederic was just wandering around, unsure of how a haunted house worked when one was already dead. Were they not the ghosts themselves? It's while he's lost in his thoughts that Frederic accidentally almost walks into him. Thankfully he stops before he does that.]

Oh, excuse me. My apologies.

[He gives him a slight bow to be polite before he starts to walk away again. There is a lot to think about here.]

[nopinkyswears]

[Asch scowls quietly, but at least this man hasn't latched onto him or started spouting nonsense about NPCs and his being dead. Therefore, Asch offers a very slight, very stiff nod, watching as he begins walking away.]

[Then a thought occurs to him; Asch half turns.]

Tell me, do you know how far it is to Baticul?

[fortepian]

Baticul?

[That sounds like nothing where he comes from. This is strange and so he frowns, a little worried.]

Could you tell me where that is located?

[nopinkyswears]

[Asch frowns too. Does this mean there's yet another person who honestly doesn't know where they are and how to navigate the world?]

It's the capital of Kimlasca, located to the north on the Aberrian continent.

[fortepian]

I'm afraid I have never heard of such places. [They're nothing even like his own dream.] Does this strange place hold more than one...? [That was mostly muttering to himself.]

If you wouldn't mind a question for yourself, could you tell me your last memory? I'm sorry for such a personal question.

[nopinkyswears]

More than one what?

[Really. Is everyone in this place cracked or is this all part of some elaborate scheme that makes no sense? Or maybe...they really don't know? That still doesn't seem possible. How could anyone not know about one of the two major countries of the world?]

[Asch raises a hand to his chin contemplatively. He might be able to learn something if he plays along, as much as he dislikes revealing things about himself. How much should he say?]

It was nighttime in Baticul. I was...discussing an important matter with my superior.

[fortepian]

[He purposely acts like he didn't hear the question. Right now he's just going through random ideas in his mind and he'd rather not have a million and one questions regarding that so far.

But to that answer, he nods.] That's really all you remember? [Frederic won't ask what the important matter was. That's much too personal. But with the way this person is acting he doesn't have any idea what's going on. This place is new to him. That means a lot.]

[nopinkyswears]

[Asch scowls irritably, but lets it go. As much as he hates it when people withhold information from him, it probably isn't all that important. How can it be, if this man's never even heard of Baticul?]

Of course that's all I remember! If you're expecting me to go along with those idiot women and make up some story about my being killed, then I have nothing else to say to you. I didn't die, and I'm not dead now.

[fortepian]

[That reaction was all Frederic needed. He did die. But that still didn't explain much about the different world. All Frederic could guess was that the common link to everybody here was that they died. That was it.

Frederic doesn't want him upset, though. With a bow of his head, he says softly:]

Forgive me for upsetting you. I was only trying to find answers for this strange new place. I must also apologize because I'm afraid I cannot help you very much. I definitely am not able to give you directions. I'm sorry to say that I don't think you will be returning to your home.