J, GOB's, Thursday Midday
After collecting Didi, Death had gone about her business. A prisoner in New Orleans, a young mother in Budapest, a faded singer in Tokyo: She was there for all of them, as she had been for too many others to remember. She gave them peace.
And now she was on the island again to fulfill a promise. There were a few loose ends to tie up, too. She wondered if Didi had taken care of her goldfish.
She wondered if she'd find Jono.
And she thought about these things, and she nibbled a muffin, and she waited.
[OOC: Death's first and last open post. Physically Death looks like Didi, though perhaps a touch older and paler. Psychic types are free to notice the difference.]
And now she was on the island again to fulfill a promise. There were a few loose ends to tie up, too. She wondered if Didi had taken care of her goldfish.
She wondered if she'd find Jono.
And she thought about these things, and she nibbled a muffin, and she waited.
[OOC: Death's first and last open post. Physically Death looks like Didi, though perhaps a touch older and paler. Psychic types are free to notice the difference.]
