From the mists, a huge zeppelin suddenly appears, slowly descending to the ground. There's an eery, otherworldy feel to it, as if it were ethereal without actually being so. Upon landing, a door opens in the gondola, and out emerges a skeleton. He is jovial in appearance, with colorful markings on his face that indicate his nature as a calavera. His suit is well pressed, and a cigar is chomped between his teeth. He stands to the side, and a calvalcade of spirits begin emerging.
"Okay, folks, last stop: Land of the Living! Step carefully, now, mind the gap. Can't be having you all falling and injuring yourself, it'd just be embarrassing." He taps his cigar, and a bit of ash falls off the tip. "Remember! You and you alone are responsible for making your return trip! No refunds will be given to anybody who misses the flight home!"
He chuckles, and looks to the Nexus at large. "Ah, isn't it great to see loved ones again? Well, I'm here for a while. Anybody know a good place to get a drink?"
((OOC Info on this is right
here. Have fun, everyone!))
((EDIT: Whoops. You've got an extra day, folks. I got my midnights messed up. Zeppelin leaves 12 AM Nov. 3.))