It's with a small sigh of relief that Anna leaves the house. She loves her mother, really she does, but she can get so overprotective sometimes.
...This is not the front yard of her childhood home. Nor any kind of outdoors. Instead, it seems to be some kind of bar, although one with no television displaying a sport over the bar. Nor a bartender. And is that window over there displaying exploding stars? Ooookay. Giant high-def television playing exploding stars rather than sports. Or, more likely, some kind of prank by one of her mother's siblings.
"Uncle James? Aunt Ariel?" she calls. "Come on, I've had a rough day. Now is really not the time."
Silence.
Well, it's a bar. Maybe she's meant to go up to the bar.
She goes up to the bar. There don't seem to be any bottles behind it.
Probably not James or Ariel, then. They'd make a bar that looked more like an actual bar, if they were doing something like this.
"...Hello?" she calls again.
...This is not the front yard of her childhood home. Nor any kind of outdoors. Instead, it seems to be some kind of bar, although one with no television displaying a sport over the bar. Nor a bartender. And is that window over there displaying exploding stars? Ooookay. Giant high-def television playing exploding stars rather than sports. Or, more likely, some kind of prank by one of her mother's siblings.
"Uncle James? Aunt Ariel?" she calls. "Come on, I've had a rough day. Now is really not the time."
Silence.
Well, it's a bar. Maybe she's meant to go up to the bar.
She goes up to the bar. There don't seem to be any bottles behind it.
Probably not James or Ariel, then. They'd make a bar that looked more like an actual bar, if they were doing something like this.
"...Hello?" she calls again.
jovahs_heiress
One free drink, your choice of anything reasonably described thereas or my recommendation.
The door opens again.
The door opens again.
jovahs_heiress
A drink appears. It is pale blue and has ice in it.
"...Hello?" says someone with wings.
"...Hello?" says someone with wings.
"Heaven is where you go when you die. Hell is where you go when you die if you are very, very wicked. Earth is just the place where people live. Or they are where I'm from, anyway. If this place is as far reaching as it claims you could be from somewhere else entirely.
...Although I certainly hope you have a Heaven, by some other name."
...Although I certainly hope you have a Heaven, by some other name."
jovahs_heiress
"Well, it's said that Jovah looks after the dead, but the name of the place is unspecified. The place I am from is called Samaria."
jovahs_heiress
"That's interesting, but this entire business is very strange and I hesitate to draw any conclusions. Why do you have so many napkins?"
jovahs_heiress
I'm female, says a new napkin.
The winged person approaches and reads that. "How curious."
The winged person approaches and reads that. "How curious."