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Secret Log: Purgatory

Congrats on your untimely death! After you die, you will awaken in a very drab waiting room. The only other people in the waiting area seems to be the others who also died back at the cabin. On the wall, there is a sign that reads: Welcome to Purgatory! Please take a number and wait while your soul is processed for its next destination. Thank you. Sure enough, under the sign there is one of those old number ticket machines.

From there, there is nothing to do but... wait! There are plenty of old chairs to sit in (some are even comfortable), along with stacks of magazines that are all discontinued. If you get hungry, there is a cabinet and fridge that is full of various discontinued snacks and drinks. Fancy yourself a New Coke or Pepsi Blue?

Finally, there is an old fashioned tv and antennae. You can use this either to watch some cancelled shows or watch a feed of what's going on back at the cabin. You'll have to deal with adjusting the antenna regularly and bad reception though.

That's about it for purgatory though! Enjoy your stay.

[OOC: This is the log for all the characters that die during the October Horror plot! It's up to you if your character is still affected by the roles given to them by the plot. Please do not discuss or link this log anywhere outside the Purgatory chat until October 15th. After October 15th, this log will be shown to everyone else. ]

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Rose-?

[Once again, Waver made the critical mistake of trying to stand up and immediately his leg nearly buckled underneath him. Leading him to simultanerously stagger and lean heavily on his cane, breaking out into a sudden cold sweat and trying to focus on the issue at hand.]

Are you--what happened? Are you alright?

[Right. Rose passed days before Waver, but he probably didn’t realize. There was so much going on—-she can’t quite blame him.]

I could ask the same of you.

[Except she knows what happened.]

I was trying to protect my friend. It didn’t work. By any measure.

[He'd been very distracted by, among other things, an overpowering compulsion to be an enormous nerd.]

I'm sorry. Sounds like we're in something of the same boat on that one.

It is what it is, unfortunately.

[She shakes her head.]

And here I was, cautioning Diarmuid to not do the same. I made him promise, in fact. But in the end, I'm no different.

...I don't think that's the worst thing in the world. It's--not exactly great for a whole long list of reasons, mind you, but protecting others is just what a knight is meant to do. If it comes at cost to oneself, then...

[He sighed, sitting back down and running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.]

...at least they're alive. Even if the cost is high and the pain with it difficult to bear, it's better that than death. So I'm not going to say you're wrong or anything stupid like that.

Perhaps. But I merely stayed his death for a few hours. And, those creatures--those abominations--used my voice to lure him out after the fact.

[She sighs. Now that she realizes what these feelings are, she might as well voice them.]

Back home, I always cursed my role. I didn't want to be a damn hero, and I wasn't good at it. I would have given anything to return to being normal like I once was.

[Rose shakes her head. She doesn't like this.]

But only now do I realize that, despite everything I hated, there's something that role gave me--power. I had the power to protect myself and the ones I love. Here, not even my death could prevent the inevitable.

...Sometimes it just doesn't work. Sometimes despite your every best effort, despite having whatever power you need and doing everything right, you still fail.

[He gestured for her to sit down, offering a hand if she wanted to take it in silent support.]

That's just how the world works; unjust, unfair, and indifferent to both. But that doesn't mean there isn't value in trying. Maybe sacrifice buys someone seconds, minutes, or years--would knowing that in the moment truly change whether or not you would try to save them or not?

...I think you would do it regardless. Because you're something more important than just being a hero--you're a kind and caring person.

[She takes his hand. She doesn't look happy--but it's nothing to do with him. It's the situation. She doesn't want to be here, and even more than that, she doesn't want people she cares about to be here.]

I hate that when I was young I thought the world was fair and kind--when I was just lucky.

I hate that even knowing how it ended, I wouldn't do anything different. Or maybe I don't hate it, I don't know.

[It's difficult.]

I hate that you're right--I am kind and caring. But if we somehow make it out of here, or if we meet in the next life, I'm begging you not to tell anyone.

Sometimes I think it must be so much easier to accept the kind of world we live in and go through life an amoral jackass. And I hate that stupid kid who ever thought it would be easy to change a world like that. But given the chance, I'd do every stupid mistake and idiot decision over again as well.

[He shook his head, laughing bitterly.]

Nobody can save the world. All anyone can ever do is...try to make it a little better. If doing that much costs me my life, then I can't say I mind that. Thirty's already a good couple years longer than I expected to live anyway.

...Don't tell anybody I said that, and you've got a deal.

Longer than you expected to live? I hate to say it, but I can relate.

[When your day job involves fighting gods on the regular and heading to the edge of the universe to dance with death itself, there's only so much you can count on.]

Then it's a promise. And if--no, when--we get out of here, we can focus on making Kaisou a better place, too.

[She opens her eyes. When did she?]

If you'd like, you can also forget I said that.

...I'd like that. I could sure as hell use the help, if my track record of doing things on my own is any indication. It can just be our secret and everyone else can go on thinking we're insufferably annoying if they like.

Deal.

[Rose cracks a small smile. There was no guarantee they'd go back, this could really be the end.]

[But at the end of the day, though she'd never admit it, she was an optimist. Despite her thorny demeanor, she always hoped for the best. And this time, there was something telling her they'd wake up another day, whatever evidence there was to the contrary.]

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Good to end the thread here?