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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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... 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?

It pretty much rips me out of my host and sends me packing back to Hell. It hurts like a bitch.

Back up to the part about a 'host'.

[here we go]

I'm possessing someone. Or - I should say I was, and they've long since passed on from the world, so technically this is my body now.

... You can probably guess what I'm wondering right now, right?

[HER FACE MAKES IT PRETTY OBVIOUS]

Is it if I prefer blondes or brunettes? Because it's the latter.

[sorry did you want a serious answer]

I'm heartbroken, now what the fuck did you mean by 'passed on from the world', or 'your body now'.