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Hello!

You died. That sucks. What sucks even more is that you wake up on the floor of the local Foot Locker. The portraits of feet all around on the wall greet you warmly as you open your eyes. Whatever injuries you had that led to your untimely demise are now gone, though that doesn't stop you from earning more. Your item from home is here as well.

Here's the good news: you aren't actually dead! Or rather, you're sort of dead. Only mostly dead? It doesn't really matter.

The point is, you're now in the mall. What mall? Good question. But there's a whole lot of places in here to explore. Go ahead and hang out at all nine stores, check out the state of the art mall bathrooms (there's TWO, even), and be especially sure to get a pretzel. You can even catch a glimpse of what your friends are getting up to in the city; just tune into channel 12 on any of the multiple TVs in the mall.

Sometimes you might find a celebrity hanging around in the Suncoast. Keep an eye out for some familiar faces.

Finally, remember your powers? They're working again! Not that they will help you get out of here, but still.

Welcome to the Graveyard! Unfortunately, it seems that not even death can save you from the wretched grasp of capitalism.

Some notes:

→ If you die in the graveyard, you just pop back up in the Foot Locker a few hours later, with one sick-ass scar of your choice.
→ As usual, check out the Status TL for exciting location updates.
→ Interested in a potential celebrity sighting? Why not head on over to the Suncoast? Though, beware of possible consequences.
→ If you have a Hit Clip, you may submit it here!

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Comments

[slashing]

[ he rolls his eyes, because of course he does, but the scoff is a little less harsh than normal. You healer types are all the same.

... and then....he does allow the shoulder bump... friendship.... he guesses.... (baka) ]

I don't trust this to not blow up in our faces, tomorrow, so don't start counting your chickens before they hatch. We'll see what happens.

[huggressive]

[ Friendship!! Bumps again!! He's so cautious. ]

You have a point. We're relying on Britney to do as she promised...

But it's nice to celebrate small victories. Like getting everyone together.

[slashing]

We all died to get here.

[ someone has to be the party pooper and it's therion ]

[huggressive]

[ Well, he's not wrong.

Her expression softens, a little mournful. ]

I wish there had been a gentler way too, but I'm still happy we could reunite.

[slashing]

[ after a long moment, he acquiesces. ]

... Better than being dead permanently, I guess. [ which is like the closest thing to a "yeah, it's good" that you will ever get out of him. ] I'm ready to get the hell out of here. You?

[huggressive]

[ Hehe. ]

Mm, I'm excited to see my brother and friends again. [ We only just reunited. ] Do you have people you're going back to?

[slashing]

[ he takes too long to answer this question - it seems like he's going to say one thing, but he stops himself, tucking the lower half of his face into his scarf. ]

...yeah. [ yeah. that's it. his thoughts betray him, though - the brief mental image ketch of a bunch of assholes flickers across his mind.

anyway, ]

Just reunited, huh.