A Reckoning...

[strangerpeople]

[You are dead.

Where you awaken is not of your cabin on the train but rather firm earth, the skies above you being nothing but an inky blackness as for as you can see. And yet throughout the darkness, you are surrounded by soft lighting and peculiar music playing all around you. When your senses become less muddled, you will notice that the music playing is upbeat and joyful almost. But let's face it, you are probably thinking this is some sort of creepy hell that you got yourself into after biting the bullet.

It all depends if you find circuses to be such a place because that is where you find yourself. The setting feels more antique than what you may assume a circus to look like, more Victorian themed than what one can be called. First the sound picks up and then you can smell something delectable in the air, catching popped corn and fried sweets and maybe something to drink? It's more than likely here.

Going down the main way, you can see some classic carnival games such as skee ball, ring toss, balloon popping if you are inclined to try and take your mind of the fact that you didn't have a choice in coming here. But despite the joyous air of the circus, there are not many people here that can help you out...or are there?


Lost souls just like yourself who met with the same horrible fate...perhaps an accord can be struck. After all, it looks like you will be here for awhile.]


((OOC: Map for reference.))

Comments

[notthebreakman]

We had our share of horror as well. [That "librarian," and whatever the hell was going on in the Wastes...]

Thank you for the offer, but I never really needed to eat even before I died. [Robot, you see.] And I... don't imagine I'll be feeling cold again for quite some time.

[icanhearscreams]

Okay. There's some carnival games, but there's not all that much to do. The 'days' kind of run together here.

[notthebreakman]

And no clue as to why we're here in this private limbo, I take it?

...Might as well take a look around, then. Not like there's much else to do instead, right?

[icanhearscreams]

That's right.

... Oh. Right. Jun Ushiro.

[notthebreakman]

Proto Man. It's... nice to meet you, circumstances aside.

[Part of his is doubtful that he'll find anything substantial here if so many other victims haven't been able to uncover anything with all the time they've already had. But like he said, there isn't anything better to do right now.]

[icanhearscreams]

I can't decide if this place is better or worse than what I was expecting, but I've basically died twice now. How'd someone kill a robot?

[notthebreakman]

[Dying twice? That's--

--aaaand Proto just goes very still. Maybe asking someone how they died is normal around here, but Proto can still feel the burning heat if he thinks about it for--]

Pushed down a flight of stairs, stabbed in the back with a knife, overheated myself to mark my killer, and then had water poured onto my circuits. Does that satisfy your curiosity?

[Just say it as flatly as possible, get it over with. It happened, it's done, it's over. That's all there is to it now.]

[icanhearscreams]

[He blinks, scratching his cheek.]

Yeah. Second time around I got shot with an arrow and crushed with a bookcase.

[He seems... pretty calm about it.]

[notthebreakman]

[Proto would be more sympathetic to Jun's fate if he hadn't just been reminded of how fresh an experience his own death was. Apparently he wasn't as at peace with the fact as he had thought.]

...Let's just start looking around now, alright?

[icanhearscreams]

... It takes some people a while to get used to being dead.

[But then again, he'd known he was going to die the first time.]

[This is that 'not good at feelings' thing again, isn't it?]