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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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[unreachableside]

[He stares right back.]

... I have experience.

That guy said at the beginning that we were all going to die.

[bleakdecember]

Experience? With dying?

[He scoffs. Then again, this is the guy who said he was like, eighty thousand years old or whatever.]

...And? I don't know about you, but I don't simply lay down and accept it when someone tells me I'm going to die.

...Wasn't even a good death.

[unreachableside]

My past self died and got revived more times than you want to know. In this life, I heal too fast to die. Usually.

[Unless he can't heal at all, like this place...]

Unless you're cursed like I am, death comes for us all. It even came for me.

... But if I'm being honest. [He casts a glance toward the cloaked skeleton hobbled in a chair.] I don't think this is the end for us.

Maybe gods can die. Maybe not. But I was one of the first people here, and I haven't been shown the way to hell yet.

They're stalling.

[bleakdecember]

[Most of it is too much for him to process now. But the whole "it's not the end" bit does quiet him down. A lot of people seem convinced of that... But at least Blade has some explanation. They're stalling?]

You think they're keeping us here because it's the only thing they can do? Hm. So it's only a matter of time before they lose their grip.

[And then... something will happen. Maybe not anything good. It's more reassuring than being stuck here forever, at least.]

[unreachableside]

[He nods.]

If they wanted to sort us into the afterlife, they would've done it already. What is the delay? What are they waiting for?

It doesn't make any sense.

Something big is going to happen tomorrow. What, I don't know... All we can do is watch. Maybe our friends out there will turn the whole thing on its head.

[bleakdecember]

[He doesn't want to just sit and watch. He wants to turn over every nook and cranny of this place and find its weakness. Everyone else here would probably tell him it's hopeless.

...But it'd be quieter than a tantrum.]

What makes you think they have any better chance than us? Maybe we just have to wait for everyone to die.

[unreachableside]

Because they're still alive.

[He taps his fingers on the edge of his arm.]

They've done better than the two of us, haven't they?

[bleakdecember]

[Tch. As if that's what he needs. A reminder of how they're better than him. How how pointless and embarrassing his death was.]

The game was rigged from the start. It doesn't say that much about us.

[unreachableside]

Hmph. You're not wrong.

... Still. I choose to believe in them. You are welcome to believe in nothing if you like. It makes no difference to me.

[He has a soft spot for Venti and Lapis, but he's not going to come out and say that.]

[bleakdecember]

[All this... belief and trust in the strength of each other. It makes him sick. He's never relied on anyone but himself.]

Well, I'm not satisfied to just sit around and wait. But I suppose I'll be quieter so you all can sulk in peace.

[unreachableside]

[Blade knows what that's like, but man, these people. They have a way of burrowing in.

And they're stubborn as hell, too.]

You can try the weird food if you want something to do.

There's a soda that looks like bubble tea. [He's talking about Orbitz.]

[bleakdecember]

[...

What?

He's too startled by the change in subject to do anything but blink.

...]

What's it taste like?

[unreachableside]

Like Jones soda. Looks like a lava lamp.

[Sometimes the distraction tactic is the best tactic. Worked for Silver Wolf.]

[bleakdecember]

[Hey he has way more of an attention span than Silver Wolf. But he does have a soft spot for sweets, and more importantly...]

Is it caffeinated?

[unreachableside]

Unfortunately not. But there's coffee in the cupboards if you want that. I assume Trader Joes' barista blend isn't around anymore, since I've never seen it before.

[He'd rather drink coffee than tea.]

Seems like this is a place for dead brands as well as people.

[bleakdecember]

[He wants to stay angry. He wants to be furious and struggle against the unfairness of all this.

...But the concept of a kitchen full of dead brands sparks his curiosity too much.

So he turns to the cupboards and begins investigating, clearly going to start a pot of coffee.