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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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.... Sorry. I won't ask you to talk about it.

[too late. now she just sounds sad. :( and tries to think of something to change the subject to.]

In my world... We don't really have a 'hell' anymore, I think.

There's not a lot to talk about, really. And it's a lot of bad things anyway. I try not to come off terrible until the third time around.

[she has never in her life met someone who thought demon backstories were sad. What the heck]

No? It could be there still, for all you know. Not a lot of people know it actually exists where I'm from. Humans as a whole don't know half of what's going on behind the scenes.

R- Right...

[She shrugs, trying to put the torturing souls talk behind her.]

There is an afterlife- Some adventurers have managed a planar teleport spell to take them there and back. But 'hell' was something created by the gods, and we killed the last of those about five hundred years ago. So... Now everyone goes to the same place.

. . . you killed the gods.

[wow, a world where gods weren't MIA. That's a concept]

So no Heaven either? No Purgatory?

I mean... Not me personally? Like I said, Tyrfing, the last god, was killed about five hundred years ago.

Not really. The afterlife is 'heaven' when there's a hell, but there's no hell anymore. I don't know what purgatory is?

I meant it as a general "you", but - wow. Our God has been MIA for years. Not even the angels know where he is.

[unless that's changed since she died, but y'know]

Purgatory is where all the monsters go when they die. Vampires, werewolves, djinn - they have their own little afterlife.

... Monsters don't have souls, so... At least, that's how it works in my world. I've met enough in my last shithole to know that's not true everywhere.

[She's actually considering this, though- This is much more interesting to think about.]

Think yours got killed? I'm... told that's not actually normal, and some gods are good, but I can't really imagine that.

So I'm starting to see. It's an interesting kind of strange.

[she has nothing better to do than to discuss lore, even if that wasn't usually her favorite entertainment. But she knew enough]

He's either dead or he just stopped caring. He didn't show his face for the Apocalypse, as far as I know. I'd say that's a big sign that the big guy upstairs just doesn't give a shit anymore if he's still kicking.

[She snorts a little.]

Yeah, even gods can't stop the end of the world, anyway.

No, only a couple of idiots can.

[oh how she misses the apocalypse. Sad sigh]

... Must depend on the apocalypse, I guess.

Oh, probably. The world is on the brink of ending at least once a year, back home.

... It was only once, for us, but... It was a thorough one.

[she has actually grown enough tact to not say 'o wow you must have had shitty apocalypses then']

Those tend to be the worst.

[they have to end every season somehow, ok]

Yeah. I noticed.

[okay, yeah, she's just downing the rest of her drink in one go. this conversation got depressing again.]

[oops, and she wasn't even aiming for that. Meg makes a considering noise into her own beer, before:]

Anyway, I'm done with all of that. As much as I'm going to get the evil eyes from dumb and dumber, I'm all about enjoying my space afterlife.

... These places aren't permanent, though.

I know. [she'd be foolish to expect it to be anything but] That won't stop me from enjoying myself. It isn't every day you get a second chance - and especially not a second chance that lets me make all kinds of stupid jokes.

That's true.

...And you're alive here. There's always the chance to go back to someone else's world, or something. Stay alive that way.

It's an idea. I do like finding ways to stay alive. I could be considered a pro by now - recent death not withstanding.

Even a pro can make a mistake from time to time, right?

They can - I've certainly made one or two in the past.

Only one or two? That's impressive.

Big ones, at least. I was exorcised once. That sort of blew a hole in the side of me stellar and unblemished record.

Exorcism isn't my kind of magic... How does that work for you?