sinking down, down

[facultwist]

Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.

If there is another side, you do not reach it.

It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.

You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.

Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.

Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?

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WEEK THREE

[facultwist]

[ welcome, Misty and Sayo! ]

fallings not the problem; its only when i hit the ground that causes all the grief.

[thatsplato]

[This is how it ends. Alone. After everything she did for them -- You're a helper, Hawke had said, but she'd also rejected her. They'd all rejected her. And still, she'd fought -- The Survivalist, striving to overcome the cruel messages, pushing herself further and further until she's falling and--

Was it still worth it?

She doesn't have the time to answer that question.

Then... there's buzzing. She'd think that it was fitting, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't believe in an afterlife. Her eyes snap open, expecting a hospital bed, wires, the delicious hospital scent--- her arm is through a wall.

She screams.

Later, she's figuring things out. As long as she pays attention, she doesn't go all Kitty Pryde. She tries to stay clear of the two Sayos, that won't stop bickering with one another -- justice has been served already, but she doesn't know how receptive to that explanation they'd be. It's better to stay clear.

It's a shame. She liked the band, and their music. Now that she has an excuse to talk the ears off of one of the non-Hawke members, and she has reason to stay away. She'd probably ignore that. But -- there's detective work to be done.

Misty seeks comfort in the familiar setting of the locker rooms. She used to spend endless amounts of time in another version of these, washing soccer cleats and sometimes getting knocked into lockers. Sometimes, she'd peer into the other girls' lockers. She'd find clues about their lives, things that she could bring up in conversations later on, or find clothes that smelled like them. Sometimes she'd take things, and take them back to her room, where she could pretend she knew what it was like to be them. Now, she has a different purpose. She'll try and look in the long abandoned lockers.]

[facultwist]

[ The lockers are... actually, there's stuff in plenty of them? Mostly trash and half-empty bottles of old alcohol, but as for the unlocked ones, the only thing of note is a calendar, dated 1984. ]

[thatsplato]

This doesn't belong here. [She's talking to the alcohol. Which is what Alcohol normally makes people do. She'll have to take care to dispose of this later, which, feels like an extraordinary task right now, but is at least something to do.

The calendar gets her attention though. I have two questions before we get to the serious one:

What's the theme? is playboy bunnies or naked firemen?

and

What month is it set to?

But with the serious questions, Misty's also investigating to see if there's any markings on it.]

[facultwist]

[ It's... well it was going to be normal, but now it's a swimsuit calendar because I think that's funnier.

It's set to March, for what that's worth. ]