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Descole thinks too much. Makes a good evil mastermind.

[Descole looks around the Lobby full of people, as he's thinking. He's decided to pose a question, calling out, loud and out of nowhere.]

Does anyone think maybe we're dead? I mean, has anyone tried to walk out of this place? I have. You end up right back into the Lobby. Wouldn't you think this is what limbo is like? And was anyone in a good place when they got brought here? I know I wasn't. Doesn't it kind of make sense?

Some one agree with me, so I feel like I'm not thinking too hard.

[ooc: I dunno what I'm doing. Making Descole go a little crazy. Go argue with him.]

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I'd have agreed with you before now, double, but the doors around at the moment seem to actually lead home. Well. Unless that's another trick of this place.

[He nods.]

No, I've noticed, but can you actually believe that's real? Isn't that exactly what Limbo would do? I'm not going through those damn doors, I don't trust it.

I don't know. Mine seemed real enough.

[She shrugs a little.]

I only went through because of that Layton, though, so admittedly I wasn't examining the place in detail.

[He nods again.]

I dunno, it's all too strange too me. I think I'm dead. I think I died of starvation and alcoholism.

Well. I could get behind the starvation, but I didn't develop the alcoholism until I got here. So even if we are dead, I guess it isn't that bad.

[She contemplates her cigarette for a moment.] And I guess it would mean the cigarettes can't hurt, too.

[He shrugs and leans his hand out asking for a cigarette.]

Can I have one? I'm all out.

Thought you didn't want to smoke?

[Which doesn't stop her passing him one, and offering her lighter as well.]

Yeah, I got back into the habit.

[Takes the lighter and cigarette thoughtfully and lights it, handing back to her what's hers.]

Anyway, it's not stopping me from doing what I do best.

[She snorts a bit, taking a long drag of her own cigarette.]

Oh? What's that, double?

Being crazy.

I'm best at being crazy.

Good to know we share that, then.

[She's quiet a moment, then glances up at him.]

So, you're seriously not going to try to go home while you have the chance?

[Shakes his head.]

What would have to go back for? Maybe my little brother, but he survives great without me. I dunno, I don't think there's much I'm missing.

You went back though? How was that? Must have been hellish.

Ehh, it's just... when we talked about it before, you said you'd like the chance to go home. I don't know. Has Bradley said anything?

[She takes her hat off to run a hand through her hair.]

God. That Layton, the one here, he tried to go through and I couldn't bear the idea of him being there. I was only there long enough to get him out, so I guess it could have been worse.

No, he hasn't said anything. I just realized how much I don't want to go back unless it's finalized and I'm going home. I think he feels the same way, though. We both looked at the door and shook our heads.

I suppose so. I bet it was kinda hard, huh? Do you want to go back? I'll go with you if you want. I just don't want to go back to mine.

Well... I guess I'd like to leave this place, but I don't want to go home. God. I don't know, I don't feel like that place is home, you know?

I don't know where would count, even. I just need somewhere that actually is home, but I don't know how to go about getting that.

Well as long as you're happy.

I'm pretty sure I'm dead though. I'm pretty sure.

[Descole shrugs a bit.]

Maybe. I don't know. I guess it doesn't really matter whether we are or not. But how would some of the other people here have died if that were the case? I mean... sure, us... there's logical ways for us, but everyone else here?

Like I said, was anyone in a good place when they got here? I've gotten no arguments, so I assume so.

Maybe that's what happens when you die. You don't remember, and you're left to speculate. Maybe this is Limbo, or Hell. It certainly isn't Heaven.

I don't know. Some people seem to have been happy enough.

[Descole sighs, taking a drag and flicking ash onto the floor.]

In my case... in terms of day-to-day living, it's no worse than home was. Better, I'd say. So if this place is us being dead, I figure that it could be worse. You know?

[Descole raises an eyebrow.]

Maybe we make our own Hell. Maybe this is God judging us right now. The way we act here, depicts our lives and determines how we're to be sorted.

Kind of like cattle, farmed for food...

Ehh, I don't know. I'm no good at debating this sort of thing. You should try one of the Clives, they don't seem so bad at debating.

[She considers.]

Although admittedly the one I spoke to here was mostly trying to convince me to provide him with cigarettes since apparently his room won't give him any, and I didn't actually have a problem with it, so I don't know how much was actual debate and how much was him just being argumentative for no reason.

Well from what I've seen of the Clives, they're all like that.

My room's kind of stopped giving my cigarettes as often too. I think it think's I'm getting unhealthy...or that it's really just that hellish.

The one I spoke to here belonged to... that Layton, I think. I think they're staying together, and that's why he can't get anything from the room.

Really? Mine's still a little funny about the alcohol sometimes, but it doesn't seem to have an issue with the cigarettes.

I think mine does because it knows I feel guilty about it. Dammit, I'm surprised it hasn't taken sex away from me yet...only a matter of time...

Well, that one would be harder to achieve, at least? I mean, I'm sure this place would manage it somehow, but...

Yeah, well, at least I have that pleasure. And it hasn't completely cut off my apple addiction. And my caffeine addiction. And yanno, the list goes on. I still think it's some sort of afterlife though. That's what I've decided.

You get sex, apples and caffeine, I get cigarettes and bread. If this place is an afterlife, apparently you did better in life than I did, hmm?

Well, maybe. I really should start controlling my libido.

Aw fuck, now that I said that, it's going to screw with me isn't it?

See, this is why you need to watch what you say. And be utterly unrepentant.

Whether or not it's actually trying to teach us some kind of lesson, that's what I'm learning here.

Yeah I've noticed.

Perhaps I should stop talking. I have no idea what I'm doing to myself...

If it was trying to teach us good things, it's gone about it entirely the wrong way.

...it doesn't really let you do that, though, I think. Here... I find myself wanting to talk more, you know? I think if nothing else, it wants us to talk to one another.

[Descole gives a scowl.]

Ugh, I hate people. I can talk to you just fine, because you're me, but I hate people.

I hate them as well, double. Which is what makes the urge to socialise here even more irritating.

Perhaps.

Oh speaking of hating things, I'm running as prime minister of this place.

I'd say I was in a perfectly good place when I came here. And I've been actively trying to encourage Layton to kill me for long enough that I think I'd notice if I'd succeeded in that.

I've called the place hell, though, so whether I agree with you or not there's that.

Even if you were fine when you came, are you sure you didn't die? Maybe none of us remember, and that's part of the process?

But yes, it is quite hellish, isn't it?

Well, I certainly don't have any more scars than I started out with, and if it doesn't scar I don't count it as an injury. Or a death, for that matter, though that one's never come up before.

Well. It could be worse.

Really? You don't count emotional scars as a really injury? Interesting, neither do I.

Anyway, maybe you're not supposed to know. Maybe, like I said this is some sort of test. At least that's the only answer I've been able to come up with.

Perhaps I would have counted emotional scars in the past, but... well. Not any more.

What the hell would it be testing us on, though?

Me neither. To me, they're too much of an emotional waste.

Well, perhaps this is some sort of limbo. Maybe they're trying to use this as a way to determine where to sort us out. We're slowly being herded like Cattle...

See, I struggle to believe that. But I suppose... I've never believed in any sort of higher power, and I'm quite certain that if I were to go anywhere after death, it would actually be hell. If this place is hell it's much more pleasant than I expected. So I don't think that I can believe everything about us being dead.

I'm not saying this is hell though. I'm saying this is before hell. This is where they put is to determine if we should go to hell.

But I dunno. This is my theory. All I'm saying is I wouldn't be surprised if I were dead.

I highly doubt anyone would need an extra place to determine whether I'm hellbound, though. I think my life alone makes it rather obvious.

[He nods at his thought.]

Well, yes, look at me, I had the same idea, but then I thought, perhaps they have to determine the small amount of good in the world. Perhaps it takes time to get sorted. I suppose it's not all God, he's got to have sort of secretaries that help him decide. I bet all those small factors in your life take time.

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