first draft

[kayeaton]

All right, I give up. Did I die in my sleep? They always told me about clouds and white angel wings when I was a girl, though nothing says they had to be right about that--it's not like any of them had died before. This place has the white gowns, at least, so that's a point in favor of the theory.

But maybe it isn't Heaven--let's see, what're the other options? The future? I always imagined more city and less wildlife, and I wouldn't've figured on wings as the next big fad, but this isn't bad looking, for a future. Another planet entirely? Doesn't really explain the wings. An alternate dimension? Could explain the wings, if there're alternate dimensions out there where everyone has wings. Hell, maybe it's the past, though I think they skipped the Time of the Bird People back in history class.

Maybe I've just fallen into Wonderland.

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[inabook]

[It's definitely New Feather season again. This woman seems to have a good head on her shoulders, though.]

Well, 'another planet' is the closest explanation we have. As for the wings, they're part of what allows us to survive here. It's important to keep them from being damaged.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

So...just transported in the middle of the night? Interesting.

I think I might've hit them on something on the way here. They already feel a little damaged, if the aching's any indication.

[survivethesiren]

You talk a lot, don't you.

[inabook]

Very basically, yes...

But that's very normal for newcomers. The pain should go away in a day or two.

[maybe she should be a little more official] I know this isn't the best news, but I'm afraid you'll likely be stuck here for the present... This village is called Luceti, and everyone living here arrived the same way you did.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I write for a living. You get me started, it's hard to stop.

[survivethesiren]

At least you are honest about it.

This place is called Luceti.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

Men don't become angels after death. That rules out Heaven for you.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Luceti...is that Latin or something?

Stuck here? Oh, well--that's not so bad. Julius can manage without me for a week or two. [Let's be honest, she's basically not at all concerned.] So everyone here showed up bewinged and bewildered?

[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Since when can't men become angels? Someone better tell Frank Capra.

So what's your guess, if it's not Heaven?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

And you seem positively taciturn.

Luceti? Catchy name.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, my dear, we are nowhere near as lucky as to have garnered entrance into Heaven.

[survivethesiren]

I've never have seen the point in speaking much. My thoughts are my own.

I suppose. Does this place seem like a familiar setting at least, for you?

Like...Earth, at least.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

After failing to make it to church for twenty years straight, I thought it was kind of a long shot. I hear it's closer to the planet theory, anyway.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Well, I can't argue with that.

So far, it doesn't look like anywhere in particular, but it's not all that alien. Does it look much like where you're from?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is. Or so I've heard. Kidnapped from home, brought here with no passage back, the usual sort of 'Oh Lord, oh Lord, we're all going to perish' thing. Only it isn't as bad as all that.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

It's Luceti. It's a completely different world, but not an afterlife.

[survivethesiren]

No. I'm a computer program--I exist within a computer system called the Grid.

Before I came here, at least.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

'Not so bad' as kidnapping with no passage back? All right, then, give me the good news.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

At least you can't run up any debts here. No money.

Oh, and I suppose I could say something about the people and peace and all that, but really? It can be rather dull here if you aren't careful.

[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Oh, brave new world, and all that. Sounds like it'll make a decent vacation--not that I've got much choice.

Kay Eaton. And yourself?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

No money? That's even better than rent control--but wait, I passed a shop or two. Do you just go in there and take what you want, or is there a barter system?

It's certainly quieter than Manhattan, but I grew up in one of the dullest states in the Union. Can't be worse than Indiana.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

Archie Kennedy. I'm an officer in His Majesty's Navy, if it means anything to you.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

So most of the time you're a pile of punched cards, is that it? Sounds like a boring life.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Mmhm~ Laissez-faire at its best. Simply take what you need and voila, you own it.

Ooh, American, are we? How exciting~

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

These are much smaller than real angel wings.