[Backdated: Before Explosion & then after]

[terminatefate]

Sarah had always liked Dia de Los Muertos. It was a reminder of life's fragility while simultaneously honoring the dead. She had too many dead to remember, though she had the list rolling on loop at any give moment. Walking through the garishly decorated stalls of the open air marketplace, she let the easy hum of normality breeze around her with

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[darknessb4me]

[Cursing, fumbling with the comm, then -]

What the hell was that?

[Pause. oh. knife. Right, that would be bad.]

Don't pull it out.

[Someone's gotta be Captain Obvious here.]

[Video, still]

[terminatefate]

"I'm dead," she said, glancing at the tip of the blade dispassionately before testing the edges of the wound around it. Squishy under the poncho. If she wasn't already dead, she might have paled further. There was a complete lack of shit-giving in her voice, though.

"Leaving it or pulling it out doesn't matter."

It didn't hurt, but it made shit awkward.

[Audio]

[darknessb4me]

"You're fine, they have potions that will seal it up. Where are you?"

Someone hadn't really figured this out yet. It didn't change anything for him, after all.

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[terminatefate]

In response, Sarah panned the communicator around to show her location. She flipped it back to her face, which hadn't changed expression.

"Wherever this is," she said, her voice muted. "There's water."

[feels_no_love]

[Someone looks very drunk, and moreover very pleased with being drunk.]

Madame, what seems to be the pro--[his bleary eyes focus on the knife.]

--oh my. That does look problematic.

[terminatefate]

"At least it doesn't hurt." Sarah probed it carefully and frowned into the communicator. "I'm not even sure how this happened." The sound of water lapping against stone was, at least, soothing.

"Hope everyone else is...y'know," she shrugged. "Well. You look like you're having a good time at least."

[feels_no_love]

"I was in a little corner bar, trying to choke down the mouthful or so of tequila I can manage, when suddenly it became very very easy! I've had four so far. It's like being repeatedly kicked in the back of the head, but fun!"

His face fell.

"Would you like some assistance ridding yourself of that thing?

"...hm, my bartender has turned into a skeleton."

...lmao Dracula.

[terminatefate]

"That sounds like tequila, alright," Sarah said, blankness giving way to something a little more amused. "Something tells me that being assisted by an inebriated gentleman, is a recipe for losing an arm. Not that I wouldn't normally welcome the help."

She blinked.

"Yeah. Shit's gotten pretty weird around here. Like the fact that I'm dead. Probably means you're dead too. Or, you know. Not a vampire." And that would explain the getting wasted part. "At least it has advantages. Like getting plastered at a bar."