CAR WASH

[fillerups]

CAR WASH

AT THE CAR WASH, WOAH

The door leading into the car wash is locked. You all know that, of course. You've likely tried it yourself, or watched someone make a fool out of themselves trying to break in. (Man, this is going to age poorly if you've all decided to surprise us and just leave the locked door alone.)

But today... well, call it a feeling. A gut instinct, maybe, that leads you to the doorway. This time, you put your hand on the doorknob - and it turns fully, the door swinging open so that you can enter. As you draw your hand back, you'll spot a bloody handprint on the knob - but then you blink, and it's gone.

The inside of the car wash is rather industrial looking, albeit mostly powered down. The lights are dim to begin with, and flicker ominously from time to time; occasionally, they even go out entirely, and it may be several minutes or several hours before they come back on. None of the machinery seems to be working, though there's a faint electronic hum coming from a shelf built into the wall, upon which a radio sits. Strangely, no matter how tall you are or how you conspire to stack things up and climb up to get it, it always seems to be just out of reach - there won't be any changing the channel for you.

It's hard to tell what you're meant to do here, now that you've gotten in. But since you couldn't get in until now, there must be some reason... right?

...only time will tell.

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Comments

[aethertect]

I believe I am set to the same. As are the rest of us, amongst the dead.

[reconnective]

[...there might be a weird moment where sora pauses and looks a little disappointed and also a little unsurprised as he looks specifically at his right hand, flipping it back and forth.]

Then...am I still dead? [less important:] Maybe that means I can talk to everyone else who is, too.

[aethertect]

Perhaps! Perhaps not. Death, I believe, is not important here.

[take this with a grain of salt the dude has a weird view on death to begin with]

I should think you try, when you are not here. It could help. How, I could not say, but many heads together - many heads that are not quite as fuzzy, to be correct - are better than simply one.

[reconnective]

[hum.

okay. look. considering how many people have died and come back and died he is wondering if death truly means nothing here so it's okay. but hyth makes a good point.]

Okay. I'll see what I can do when I leave later today. Maybe there's something you know over there that can help us on the other side. [he looks kind of grateful for the assist, at least!] It'd be nice to figure everything out and actually get out of here.

[even if they have to maybe kill a rat. squirrel. thing. what.]

[aethertect]

[a small smile - it's not as genuine as it could be, but it's there.]

So shall it be. [he hums.] Ah - I suppose you cannot tell Kairi hello for me, considering, but do try regardless. I appreciate her efforts to take care of my small winged friend where I cannot.

[reconnective]

[his expression softens again.]

She's always like that. She takes care of things and people as best as she can. If I can, I'll definitely try. I know she liked you.