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[gothchicklit]

I know bitching doesn't change anything, but I have to say, I am really sick of this place. Especially with all the shit whoever's in charge throws at us. It'd be nice if we could get a vacation from the UUS Deathtrap, but if we ever actually DID get one, we'd probably end up just as fucked as we are on board. Unfortunately, some of us don't have the luxury of hoping we get sent back home.

Which begs the (incredibly personal, I know, so don't feel obligated to answer) question: how many of us on board are dead back home?

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[dislimb]

I sure hope I'm not dead. This is one hell of an afterlife if I am.

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[gothchicklit]

[ That gets a quite snort. ] Yeah, tell me about it. I talked to someone that suggested whatever or whoever's behind bringing us here just brought people back from the dead, so it doesn't count as Heaven or Hell. Or whatever you believe in.

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[shallbeavenged]

I am. But I still have to go back.

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[gothchicklit]

But if you're dead, there's nothing waiting for you. Unless you're a member of the undead party.

[Text]

[halfsmile]

I am...apparently.

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[gothchicklit]

Apparently? You don't remember dying?

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[wheeloffire]

The last I remember from home I was alive, yes.

Though there are very many from my home that are here whom I cannot say the same.

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[gothchicklit]

I guess this place is kind of a blessing, in that respect. Though I'll probably regret saying that later when it comes around and bites me in the ass.

[circumitus]

have died quite a number of times.

[gothchicklit]

Seriously? How?

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[redhotsummers]

Need me to come over?

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[gothchicklit]

I think I'm alright.

[ Talking about this isn't really easy, no, but it's something she's talked to someone else about and something she's been wondering for a while. She figured she'd bite the bullet and just get it over with. ]

Not that it wouldn't be nice to see you. I'd just prefer the reason you come over to be wanting to see me, not supporting me emotionally again, you know?

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[handelaar]

Hate typing on these things

{Because yep apparently he likes her enough to bother with texting but not enough to not let her know it's inconveniencing him.]

Not trying to make a theory about dead people, right

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[gothchicklit]

We can switch, you know.

[ Text is easier for this kind of topic, especially with strangers, but she also knows some people hate it. And since Netherlands is someone that October actually likes and knows... somewhat well, she can make do. ]

I know not everyone here is dead back home, so no. I'm just curious.

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[catatonics]

so, so very dead. can't get much deader, to be honest.

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[gothchicklit]

Welcome to the club. I'm considering making hats.

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[faithlessly]

Gonna throw a dead people only party or something?

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[gothchicklit]

[ Oh, Dean. There's a voice she's sorta kinda maybe a little bit missed but will never admit that. She lets out a quiet snort. ]

Actually, I need to know how many hats to make. I'd hate to screw people over and not make enough, or make way too many and have to toss them under my bed.

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[slipperysoul]

What kind of dead are we talking about?

[gothchicklit]

The kind you don't come back from. [ She knows perfectly well there are people here who count as dead but aren't really. Or... are but are alive again. ] At least that's what I meant, but you can toss in whatever kind of dead you think fits.

have a video screw your text!!!

[lostkings]

What if I raised my hand partway?

rudest!

[gothchicklit]

[ October's eyebrow lifts slightly. ] How in the hell are you half dead? Did you forget to mention the part where you're a vampire?

[nightblogs]

u mean like dead dead
u aint infected or anything?

[gothchicklit]

Aside from having a bad habit of smoking and ingesting energy drinks/caffeine like it's my day job, I was the picture of health. Am here, too, as far as I know.

[ Let's just not talk about mental states. ]

Are you?

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[lacksgrace]

i had an idea. if you wanna hear it

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[gothchicklit]

I'm all ears.