Well, contrary to popular belief, apparently purgatory was a lounge.

And a pretty swanky one at that. To the left was some sort of cocktail bar, though the shelves were stocked full of one's choice of poison, there seemed no captain aboard. A couple of empty glasses dangled from the bar.

On the right were an arrangement of giant plush couches. They were red, they were soft, and if one sat on them, extremely comfortable. One could probably sleep in them forever, well, if sans the dead part ruining the whole escapade.

Oh, that's right. You are dead. You died.

It sinks in.

You really ******** died. Before you really began to learn your name, before the full picture clicked in of what you were supposed to do here, you went and got yourself killed. Or some douchebags ended your life. Or you got mauled by some strange unknown creature.

Well, ******** that. ******** this whole room. You deserved better, you deserved to know more.

And why the hell were you in this lounge anyway?

((OOC:

THIS IS THE ORP TO GO TO RIGHT AFTER YOU DIE
- Simply post your character interacting with the environment around here, and anyone else who appears in it, INCLUDING other dead characters who come in here. Drinks are on us.. .but they might not do much for a dead person, you know
- You are at this point still wearing your masks + uniform. That might make drinking difficult too sad ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS. ))