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[tar_calion]

*Dodges a falling beam of stale Ryvita crispbread*

Oh for Eru's sake...dammit Namo, food is meant for eating, not for building.

*Floats off to see how Anaire is doing and to make sure her Fea isn't trapped beneath a pile of collapsed puff-pastry.*

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[golfins_missus]

*figures if she's going to wallow in misery, being dead is probably the best time to do it*

[tar_calion]

*Hovers (quite literally) nearby.*

How're you settling in?

[golfins_missus]

Meh.

It's cold, the baked goods are crumbling on our non-corporeal-head-regions, and I miss my husband and children.

[tar_calion]

I know, it would be something if there weren't random crumbs falling through us. At least I didn't have that to contend with when I arrived. Have you had your freebie Namo's mystical TV view yet?

[golfins_missus]

Yes. For what good THAT did.

[tar_calion]

What did he show you?

[golfins_missus]

A devastated husband.

[tar_calion]

Oh. He showed me my son right after it happened. He's not good with the tact, is he?

[golfins_missus]

He yelled at me and threatened me with more forms!

[tar_calion]

MORE forms! That's inhuman! Not that he's human but still. Wish I could set my dad on him, he'd show him the true meaning of forms...

[golfins_missus]

And games!! The last thing I want right now is a game of checkers!

[tar_calion]

To be fair, the games saved me from getting stuck Outisde but it does get a little wearing after a while. Don't ever expect to win a game by the way. Things are every-so-slightly rigged in here.

[golfins_missus]

Now why doesn't that surprise me in the least.

[tar_calion]

Dammit, we're dead people, not his personal entertainment. Think we could organise some kind of revolt?

[golfins_missus]

Perhaps. But the whole pitchforks and torches thing doesn't work when you don't have a body.

[tar_calion]

*mutters* Hate not having a body, if had a body I'd be running this place by now...