♞ Something, something, Death and taxes. Confucius.

[safetydancing]

[Voice]

[The voice heard sounds like a smoker's rasp, a monotone, which at first sounds like it originates from boredom, but is nothing but vexed.]

Eliza?

... I don't suppose there's anyone in this frequency? Shit.

Right. For the end of the world, it still looks a lot like Detroit to me.

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[go_fuck_yerself]

[Voice]

[Have an Irish accent all up in your phone, Adam.]

Quite a number, actually. An' not quite Detroit. [A little sadder this time.] Not quite Boston, either.

[safetydancing]

[Permavoice]

What the hell is this place?

[go_fuck_yerself]

[A beat.]

Hell sounds accurate, ta be quite honest.

[safetydancing]

Hell? No pitchforks, boiling pots? Or are they just VIP access only?

[urnotafraid]

[Perma-video]

There's a few of us, yeah. Some aren't human but we're all brought here from our homes to this place.

...And here I thought Detroit was hell for some.

[safetydancing]

[Permavoice]

It's home for others.

What do you mean with "aren't human"?

[urnotafraid]

Not for any of us. We all woke up in the morgue.

I'm talking about the alien and other races. Whoever runs the show didn't care who they grabbed so long as they could be grabbed.

[axecerbic]

Looks a lot nicer than any end of the world scenario I've seen.

[safetydancing]

Right. And you've seen plenty.

[voice]

[yusuf_tazim]

Detroit? No, my friend, this is Abax.

[safetydancing]

[Voice]

I might have missed a memo. Never heard of that location.

[yusuf_tazim]

None of us have! We do not know we arrived, simply that we awoke in, ah, what was it? The morgue, I believe.

[fucking_rope]

[Voice]

[MOAR Irish ♥]

I always pictured the apocolypse bein' a little more dramatic, like ye see in the movies.