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RP: Is this Heaven?

There is a reception area, and at first glance, it looks to be like most reception areas: there is a front desk, a hallway that leads away, boasting a row of doors appearing to go on forever; there are two other doors immediately visible, one bearing the words Conference Room and the other Committee Chair, both etched in fine glass. All of the décor is elegant, if cold: everything is done up in blues and whites, and the chairs and couches provided look like they were chosen more for their appearance over their actual functionality.

If not for the sense of other in the room, it might seem like an ordinary office building.

It isn’t.

Welcome to heaven! Feel free to explore. A very freaked out Gabriel will probably greet you at some point.

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Gabriel has a headache.

This is imprecise, technically; it's not the sort of aching, pressurized pain that most humans associate with headaches. It's more like an overwhelming sense of other, of more, the weight of impending events he cannot control consuming him from the inside out.

He steps out of his office, surveying the reception area. Something is deeply wrong. He can feel it.

Kevin was... confused.

He stood leaning against the wall, unsure if he trusted the chairs. He didn't remember where he had been a few moments ago- or whether it had really been a few moments ago, for that matter- but he was pretty sure it wasn't this place.

And something felt very strange in this place. Not quite like anything he'd experienced before.

After a moment of getting his bearings, he stood up straight, his lips pulled back in something between a grimace and a snarl, and he started off in the most likely-looking direction for clues.

Jack was reading when he walked through the door, a new script he'd been given that was damn near pornography. Heterosexual pornography, more was the insult, and he was almost certain that unless his supposedly bisexual character suddenly did a 180 and actually kissed a man by the end of the movie, he was going to pass on this one. No matter what his agent had to say about it, he was definitely--

And his living room was not this white.

Jack looked up, and swore violently in a mixture of English and Spanish. "--not this fucking shit again!"

"Hugh, I'm home!" Joanna called through the open door, lugging her work bag after her. She had to go over the orders for this month, if she had any time-- and her husband hadn't responded, which was unlike him. She left her bag by the door and went to the living room, opened the door into it. "Hugh?"

Oh.

Well, wherever this was, it wasn't her living room, and her husband was nowhere to be seen.

Lucille blinks, realizing she's suddenly found herself in Heaven. Odd. She hadn't been intending to go there. In fact, this has only happened to her once before.

A glance at Gabriel confirms her suspicions that the strange comings and goings must now be centered around Heaven. He looks very tired, and she decides she'll have to cheer him up. Poor Gabriel, so concerned with rules and order--this must be an ordeal.

Lucille looks around the room. There are other people suddenly appearing, looking either confused or resigned, and she can't help but wonder about the purpose at play. There is so much strangeness around her, it's almost enough to make her dizzy.

Lux knew exactly where she was. Heaven wasn't exactly something one forgot, no matter how many eons it had been since one's expulsion.

Except...

Except something about this Heaven felt different, in ways she couldn't quite comprehend.

Well, naturally. The only way I get back to Heaven is by falling through another dimensional rift.

Well, at least it would be only temporary. She just had to ride it back, then she would be back to her own dimension, her own war--hopefully, eventually, her own Heaven.

Mel slipped out of the tent, planning to watch the stars for a while--he should be sleeping, if only so he could be effective backup for Isshiri in the morning--except...he couldn't.

It wasn't a premonition, or anything gloomy like that, just sort of pondering how in the hell he'd gotten here, from when he'd been a child worshipping his Captain and waiting for his future.

But when he stepped outside, he didn't step into the siege camp, but into some sort of office, done all in blue and white, like ice. He would have guessed he was in the North, somehow, except it wasn't cold.

It was eerie, though, unsettling in a way he couldn't quite define. There was power at work here, and while he couldn't call it evil, it wasn't...it wasn't natural, not by any definition he knew.

"Where am I?"

Nolani woke up after another nightmare--she just wished they'd stop, it had been almost a month since Uncle Ulore had--

She climbed out of bed, wrapping her blanket around herself, and trying to breathe--just breathe.

Maybe she should go see Isshiri. That usually helped, after the nightmares, seeing that he was doing better. Yes. Yes, she'd go do that.

She dropped her blanket back on the bed and tiptoed over to the door, and stepped into a room, instead of a hallway, and it wasn't glass like it was supposed to be.

And it was...weirdly comforting, that it was a totally new place. More scary than comforting because it didn't make any sense and what if Isshiri was here too and he got scared (except he never got scared of new places), and she needed to see him.

Nolani took a deep breath, trying very hard not to burst into tears.

This was her fourth pregnancy, and Nida was fairly certain she knew her way around well enough to know she was within a week or two of delivering. Assuming nothing went wrong. Nothing had before, other than Deva coming a little early, but the other girls had been fine.

Maybe a boy, this time. It would be nice to have a boy--not that she cared for much other than a safe and healthy delivery, but after three daughters, she wanted the different experience.

But, for now, she had to meet with the official head of one of Rema's shadow charities, to discuss how much of a role she could play in it, with her position. Her fourth child would come in his own time.

Of course, her study's decor had somehow changed since the last time she was there, less than an hour ago. "...this can't be good."

The press conference was a mess, as she'd told her father it would be. As usual, he'd pressed on without her.

Ruiqi took the elevator upstairs without a word to anyone. Sometimes it was nice to have a reputation as a brat; they left her alone.

When she stepped out of the elevator, she blinked. Had her father had the executive wing redecorated? No, that wasn't right. The hallway was... shaped wrong. It didn't even look like her building.

She turned, almost expecting the elevator to be gone, which it was.

Well then. Now what?

Vale frowned as he sensed that there was something...wrong with the entrance to the underworld when he went to check on it. Which he went to mostly because he had a bad feeling.

He hated when his feelings were proved right.

Instead of finding himself in a river under a dark sky that went on forever, he found himself in a very white and blue place that looked and felt rather foreign to him. The energy of the place was very different than what he was used to, but it still was very clearly meant for the dead.

Except. There were living people here and he frowned.

(OOC: Vale is a shard of an underworld god and so occasionally taps into that part of himself.)

"I left her a voicem--" Anabiel appeared in the reception area with a soft pop. Nearly instantly, she recognized the place, even after the new coat of paint from the last War.

"Oh." Looking around, she saw no Father Andrew. So the school office hadn't accidentally exploded, killing them all. Looking down at herself, she saw the warded iron bands were off her neck and arms. But her nun's habit had been replaced by a neatly tailored white suit.

Raising up, she fluttered and stretched her wings, her off-kilter smile spreading at the joy of having them back. Her face quickly turned to sullen sarcasm as she went looking for the coffee machine. "Great job, brothers."

Alora hummed as she flipped through her schedule on the way to her office. She had a couple of people to pick up, a new person to process, and then lunch with Justine. She only hoped she was in a good mood today. She made a small note to check on Axel. New ghosts to the Second Great Plane took awhile to settle in. She wanted to make sure Axel wouldn't become restless and want to wander when the barrier was still thin.

She checked her schedule again as she opened the door to her office. Well, she thought it was her office. She didn't expect to pay a visit to Heaven today, but she liked the break.

(ooc: Alora is a newbie character who is a guide for the dead.)

It was a cold winter, and even in the relative safety of a bed in a real earth-and-stone building, Mist was happier curling up in a blanket-nest as a fox.

But then sie wasn't.

Though half-asleep, some auxiliary sense told hir that the bed was suddenly much less soft, and smelled much less like old feathers and straw and lingering human than it had a moment before. It was smaller, too, and the smells of hir companions were gone-

Mist's head popped up with a start. The room was- the room was very different- sie attempted to scramble to hir feet and fell off the chair in a heap and a yip.

...Big room, strange furniture, full of humans. What in the world?

((OOC: Mist is technically a demigod, and perfectly capable of speech despite currently being a slightly-overlarge red fox.))

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