DEADLAND

[petoskeymods]

[Some time after your character dies, they will wake up in their bunk in camp. But something is wrong here, so very wrong.

Venture outside, and you will see that you're still in camp, but it's trapped in a foggy twilight. Time doesn't seem to pass, and it's quiet. Too quiet. No animals, no breeze, nothing.

The only sign of anything living is in the trees, where dozens and dozens of ghostly figures roam. Sometimes they might come into camp, but you'll probably have to go out to meet them if you want to talk to them. They all seem to be watching camp, but are shy and might flicker away if they're approached.

Finally, in the chapel in the lodge, there is a shadowy figure. It looks like a preteen, perhaps? Maybe 11 or 12 or so. But that's about all you can get from it at a glance.

But you're here now, and there are things to do. Where will you start?]

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He kisses back, just as determined to put everything behind them and move on together wherever that leads them. He moves one of his hands from her back up to her shoulders, where he brushes her hair and the other up to gently cup her face.

Without any outside interruptions, no Red to drag him off into trees, or raccoons to ruin the moment, that kiss goes on for some time - perhaps making up for some lost time, too. He pulls back with a smile and a faint hint of color in his cheeks.]

Your priestess outfit makes me feel like I'm doing something particularly naughty you know.

[He laughs.]

I kinda like it.

[love_seriously]

[ She laughs out loud at that; not a giggle but a real laugh full of equal parts amusement and relief as she gives his arm a light, playful whack. ]

Oh you like it, huh? That's new. I should figure out what else you like~

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Well, yeah. Sometimes you just have to let your inner bad boy run wild.

[He grins playfully and presses his forehead against hers.]

You can ask. Or work it out the fun way.