~ Post 001 - Landing on Her Feet (open)

[ladycroft]

[Someone else has arrived in the City, landing in the fountain, which seems to be a tradition here. The screen of the device, which is waiting conveniently for the latest guest on the edge of the fountain, captures the woman as she surfaces, squints against the sun then quickly checks the water around her for her sunglasses. She notices the device, but is distracted when one of her hands locates her missing shades. She stands -- a woman in a tight, black wardrobe, leather belt with a gold skull buckle and two guns strapped to her thighs. The lower part of her legs are still in the water.

Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a long, French braid. She's wearing very little make-up, but then, she doesn't really need to wear much at all as her rather striking beauty comes through, even in this slightly bedragled state. Strands of her hair have come free from the braid and her clothing appears to have been dragged through some mud before her arrival. Her other hand reaches behind her for a small backpack and unerringly unzips the pocket she needs. A mobile phone drops out into her hand. She checks it for connectivity, but seems to be having trouble getting a signal. She sighs, slides a look to the device and walks toward it, water splashing a little as she moves. She leans closer, looking the item over with a 'hmmm', then she addresses whoever might be able to receive her message. She smiles a little, her voice is pleasant and the accent in definately British.]




Well, hello. This doesn't seem to be the ruins of Aztlán.

[She doesn't appear overly upset by this development as she slowly nods, once, toward the device.]

I suppose this is some sort of general feed video phone. Interesting. Strange place to leave it lying around. My phone... is wet and I need to make a few calls. Anyone at the other end?

Comments

audio; thank you!

[othersdie]

Yes, I am. I'm not the only one.

audio;

[ladycroft]

Forgive me, but you don't look dead.

audio;

[othersdie]

Thank you.

In the City, the dead are animate. Few people stay dead--traditionally dead--for more than twenty-four hours.

audio;

[ladycroft]

You're most welcome.

Essentially, then, if you hadn't been brought here by these 'gods', you'd be 'home' and very dead?

audio;

[othersdie]

Yes. I suppose that makes this an afterlife, in a way.

audio;

[ladycroft]

[And of course, this is audio, not video, so let's say she meant that he didn't sound dead. Terribly sorry.]

I suppose it does.

It could mean that all of us are dead, but some can't remember...

audio; if it makes you feel better, I forgot it was audio, too?

[othersdie]

No, we're not all dead. When people who are alive leave and come back, they report being home.

There are physiological differences between the dead and the living, as well.

audio; thank you, it does make me feel better. :)

[ladycroft]

Ah. I see.

Really? Can you elaborate for me?