The airplane speakers crackle and snap to life bringing forth a mentally soothing hum. Unintelligible words rise above the din of the hum creating a sense of weariness. As if you are prepared to shuffle off the mortal coil with a bunch of strangers you just saw today. You body suddenly feels additionally heavy as the plane dips a bit before recovery. The sky outside the window is now a dusk pervaded with inky black jets of something unknown. While the lights in the passenger section have brightened into a vibrant red hue.

The crows grow silent. They were getting annoying, but he as a feeling they went quiet for a reason. He pats the little girl's head as she slumps back in her seat. "Don't nod off just yet, Alice." In truth, he feels like nodding off himself. The noise and atmosphere makes him feel numb and drained. It may be sleepiness, but one can never be too sure. He glances around at any other passengers nearby. Does he know anyone? Probably not, but doesn't hurt to know the type of crowd.

ooc: Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Deemo, my man

Glancing at the other passengers Duet notices that he can't quite make out any of their faces. For some reason when he looks at them he only sees blurred static in place of a head. The static is almost colorful and pretty to the eyes, but fail to reveal any clear defining features of the individual. Heels click along the rug as a flight attendant makes her rounds stopping once she reaches the aisle that Duet and Alice occupy. In her hands is the handle of a metallic food cart yet the usual baskets filled with cheap snacks can't be seen. Instead her static face gazes downward until she rummages out three differently colored tickets. She holds these tickets out in taloned hands and it's as if the scenery itself dims to focus on these tickets. "Which vacation plan do you want my dear?" The attendant uses her other talon to bow raising the tickets up to Duet's face in the process. The leftmost Coquelicot ticket is labeled "Elysium", the Sacroline one "Asphodel Meadows" , and finally the rightmost Xanadu one "Fields of Punishment".

The other two tickets disintegrate into nothing and the Coquelicot ticket shines brightly in Duet's hand. With her task done the flight attendant retreats to the back of the plane as the nose of it dip forward. In a matter of moments gravity is pushing upon the cabin and the rest of the passengers slump into boneless heaps. The atmosphere outside is ablaze with a variety of stars sparkling with various colors. While the quiet hum of the speakers become a white nose that pervades the ears. Duet and Alice begin to feel the need to sleep, but there is no knowing what would happen if they do. They can almost see the cockpit of the plane from where they are sitting, but the droning noise pulls at the mind.

When Duo and Alice come to they are both immediately assaulted by a series of bright hues. They feel well rested after their forced sleep and after some eye adjustment they notice their surroundings. A bright green sea of grass is all around them being carefully shifted by a gentle breeze. The likes of which appears once a fraction of discomfort is felt from the overly shining sun. Their ears are filled with sounds of their favorite songs as the two practically taste their favored foods in the air. In front of them sits a women who is practically transparent and carefully playing a harmonic tune with her flute. She wears a standard tour guide uniform that does not appear too intimidating with an odd menagerie of animals playfully nipping at her heels. She has not noticed Duo or Alice yet and there is a wider field to explore.

"where the fuck am I" says 6, waking from a beer nap "and who the fuck are you?" He says to duet

He raises an eyebrow at 6 as the newly-awakened Moros and Hypnos land on his black-clothed shoulders. Hypnos glances over at Alice, who is so absorbed in the wonderful place that she nearly bumps into the woman. Oh, sorry! Alice apologizes, and he chuckles a little. Same old Alice.

"sorry there's a child near. I'll just use *bleep noise* instead. In-flight bars man" he sheepishly passes a metallic substance in a bottle in apology

The transparent woman turns and her face is an exact mimicry of most angelic artwork. Except her bountiful hair curls are made of crisp air while her clothing is a combination of white, fluffy clouds. She gently pats Alice's head with a smile stopping her tune to address the new people. "I take it you are all late arrivals to the pearly gates of Elysium? Oh wait don't answer my questions its clear that you three are." She laughs at her own empty headiness pulling out a clipboard in the process. "So can you three tell me how you died. We need to know so that we can set up the appropriate challenge for you. Might not want to lie too since the lost guy got chomped on by a flaming boar."

6 write down: I accidentally killed myself by shooting myself in the head with a shotgun instead of a teleport gun at the end of another adventure (rp thread) .(Disclaimer) I was not drunk at the time

Ah yes, died. He remembers that. He's known that ever since things have become more clear to him. Alice looks down at her feet. The memory's still painful for her (and him as well), but might as well get it over with. "Unfortunately, we met our end due to being hit by a truck. Not much else to it, although I was the first to die." The two crows nod in unison. They know this all too well. He has a feeling they won't be able to follow him and Alice should they fade into the afterlife. "And what would this challenge be for?"

6 pipes in " I hope it involves fighting *bleep*"

"Well at least you people aren't like that one famous philanthropist who died while choking in a taco bell." The lady offers the group a sympathetic look as she rapidly files through her cheap plastic clipboard. Pages stop passing by once she reaches a yellow disclaimer form. Ripping it out soundlessly she hands it to Duo for the three of them and gives each individual a pen saying "It's always sunny in Elysium, U.S.A". "Before you can really find out the challenge I will need you all to sign these disclaimers. You know just in case a wee accident happens. Our legal time is kind of overbooked right now so we can't risk anymore lawsuits and the like." She grins up at the group with thoughtful pen in mouth and mumbles out. "Name is Becky by the way. Pleased to meet all of you newly deceased." The disclaimer is an eye hurting yellow form that has a whole bunch of little script on it listening all the possible dangers of taking a challenge. Dangers include things like internal bleeding, external bleeding, general eternal bleeding, mad dog syndrome, personification, midas touch, mesothelioma, and a rare case of poetitis. At the bottom are three simple lines waiting for group signatures to fully place on responsibility on them.

Nice to meet you, too! Alice responds cheerfully, while her taller companion is baffled by the papers. Midas touch? Poetitis? He signs anyway, then lets Alice sign. The crows probably don't have legal rights, but they sign anyway just in case Elysium wasn't racist against crows.

What's poetitis *signs* OOC: Americaaa *bleep* yeah!!!

"It'l be fine." Says 6, "you have a first-class adventurer on your side, plus an overstocked armory" in order to assure deemo/duet

"Excellent now we can get things started!" With a snap of her fingers the binding contract burns and Becky with her menagerie of little ones directs the group to the bottom of the grass valley. Right below them is a giant pit designed like a library and filled to the brim with upright walking cats. Line upon lines are seen at each desk as each kitty either stamps the hand of the recipient or presses a button signaling the swoop of massive vultures. The process itself looks pretty quick, but the line seem like they take forever. With some people on the lines wearing clothing from past decades and the appearance of long dead creatures. "So you three need to get checked in by our internal affairs services before we can push your through initiation by trial. The wait time should be ..." Becky checks her transparent watch on her equally transparent wrist. "Until the eventual heat death of the universe if you get lucky. Or you know the normal time that will make you wait till aliens repopulate the earth." With a perky smile she asks. "So any questions my intrepid dead friends?" Now is do or die time. Faced with the challenge of a long line what will you do to somehow survive past this whole ordeal.

6 decides to throw stun grenade to distract the crowd and get in front whilst pulling Alice and deemo

"Caaaw..." Moros looks mildly annoyed. Before his human charge can object, the crow begins circling above the line in search of anything helpful... The fancily-dressed young man puts a hand to his chin. Waiting isn't too unpleasant, but perhaps he can cut in somewhere to save a few billion years? Neither Alice nor him object as they're dragged along, although Alice almost trips.

OOC: can I jump in?

"sorry for the sudden *bleep* but take this." 6 hands deemo a golden best and a Lazer pistol and to Alice, a deck of tarot cards

OOC: can I jump in? guess so

The crowd naturally panics at the intrusion of a weapon in their peaceful line waits. A few people are terribly blinded by it while the rest just take this opportunity and scatter. There is no way the border police will get them if they all run together. They follow through with this logic and all that is left are a series of empty desks with a few bewildered clerks. A certain ginger tom is particularly hissy at his booth while a calico carefully mats down her far that was mussed in the mess. One of those hairless cats just sits in his chair as if nothing happened and continues to paw through tree killing paper work. Becky is nothing but a spec in the background at this point at the choice of cat clerks is all up to the group. Choose wisely. OOC: I'm sorry but i'm about this end this for today since work is calling. You can definitely join when I continue this. Same time and most likely same day. I'll end next or second to next posto.

The two crows land on his shoulders, and he hands the gun back to 6. Alice, however, looks through the pretty cards, then runs over to the calico. He sighs and follows her, having wanted to visit the hairless cat. But it's best to stick together. Good idea, since I need to sleep soon.

The crowd naturally panics at the intrusion of a weapon in their peaceful line waits. A few people are terribly blinded by it while the rest just take this opportunity and scatter. There is no way the border police will get them if they all run together. They follow through with this logic and all that is left are a series of empty desks with a few bewildered clerks. A certain ginger tom is particularly hissy at his booth while a calico carefully mats down her far that was mussed in the mess. One of those hairless cats just sits in h is chair as if nothing happened and continues to paw through tree killing paper work. Becky is nothing but a spec in the background at this point at the choice of cat clerks is all up to the group. Choose wisely. OOC: I'm sorry but i'm about this end this for today since work is calling. You can definitely join when I continue this. Same time and most likely same day. I'll end next or second to next posto. When did you start drama-san (that's ur nickname now)?

(dabs internally)

OOC: I just started yesterday actually and thanks for the nickname. I have all these ideas I want to try and phansite looks like the perfect place to do them so expect more over time. Thanks to all who participated so far. Rip when you accidentally delete a post. Will write it again next time.

Thank you drama-san

When is next time?