But yeah. Like they had zombies for a day. Didn't even turn anyone else into zombies. Tame as fuck.
[He's a dramatic bitch, Becks. That is what is wrong with him. Too many blog posts, gotta keep the intrigue going.]
George and I are in Nonah.
Afterlife? No. Seems real to me though. But yeah, uh, we should talk. But like talk talk. In person. With voices and facial expressions. Because this place does some messed up shit with time.
Cheap knockoffs, I think. Revenants. Undead and all, but mostly just soggy.
[Shaun is considering. He's already pretty sure Becks asking about whether or not this being the afterlife is not any sort of accident. Something's happened. And nothing has happened to Becks in the time that he's come from. So it has to be. Something.]
Why don't we come to you. We've been around here long enough to know where things are. Heropa. I'll grab George.
Soggy-cereal offbrand zombies sound pathetic, glad I missed it.
[Nothing to see here, sir. Nope. She may be regretting that comment now, because she really would have rather eased him-- both of them, really-- into that idea a bit more than something quite so glib.]
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But yeah. Like they had zombies for a day. Didn't even turn anyone else into zombies. Tame as fuck.
[He's a dramatic bitch, Becks. That is what is wrong with him. Too many blog posts, gotta keep the intrigue going.]
George and I are in Nonah.
Afterlife? No. Seems real to me though. But yeah, uh, we should talk. But like talk talk. In person. With voices and facial expressions. Because this place does some messed up shit with time.
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[That last text though... she squints and considers his words and-- oh. Oh, fuck , does he even know she's dead? Shiiiit.]
Okay... I don't know my way around but I can probably find you guys?
Unless you wanna make this super convenient for me and come to me.
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[Shaun is considering. He's already pretty sure Becks asking about whether or not this being the afterlife is not any sort of accident. Something's happened. And nothing has happened to Becks in the time that he's come from. So it has to be. Something.]
Why don't we come to you. We've been around here long enough to know where things are. Heropa. I'll grab George.
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[Nothing to see here, sir. Nope. She may be regretting that comment now, because she really would have rather eased him-- both of them, really-- into that idea a bit more than something quite so glib.]
All right, I'll be here. #3.