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[quevalry]

Sooo... [ There's a bit of an awkward silence before Lena lets out a small cough. ]

It's been a year and we aren't dead yet! Most of us aren't ... some of us haven't gone through death here ... the world below us is sort of crashing and burning a bit ... but, we're all still here and alive! I like to think that's an improvement.

[ Is it an improvement from her previous life? No, not really. But, Lena does want to try cheer people up and brighten up the mood, even if she started off a little shaky because it's not like she does this often. ]

If you've been here the entire time, or just for a few months, I'd love to hear about what you've come to enjoy about this place. [ Because everyone has had to have lived differently here and gone through different experiences, and by getting people to talk about what they've enjoyed and learned to move is a great way to lighten everyone's spirits.

Right?

She hopes so. Besides, this gives her the chance to meet new people too. ]

Comments

[summertimeblues]

Good thing they're more partial to waking decent folk and keeping the jerks asleep upstairs. I guess a few have slipped out but most everyone seems reasonable.

[quevalry]

I noticed that, too. It would be impossible to only wake up people who are only nice and such, so I can’t blame them for the ones that get pasted. I can handle them just fine at least.

[summertimeblues]

Good! I know exactly who to call when the shit hits the fan. What was your name, kid?