"Okay."

She puts everything back for this.... this walking stereotype's afterlife. She is just. She is just going to move on with her day, okay? Just one more to go. To Jschlatt!

"Mmnhh," mumbles Yvette2ElectricBoogaloo, when she teleports over. "Hi do you want to be resurrected."

JSchlatt is, apparently, passed out.

"Seriously!" She pokes him. "WAKE UP do you want to LEAVE your SHITTY AFTERLIFE."

"Hhhhhhhhh," he groans. "Yeah. Tell Quackity our deal's off."

Jsclatt joined the game

Yvette2ElectricBoogaloo left the game

<Yvette> Mexican Dream didn't want to come back he had a door and can leave at anytime, apparently, I swear I'm not racist.

Schlatt is just going to go back to being passed out on the ground. Wilbur nudges him with one foot. "It'll probably be a while for him to come to," he informs Yvette. "His afterlife had some serious drugs available, and it's not like any of us wanted to be conscious in that place. ...Not that he was better while he was alive, mind."

<Yvette> Are you guys going to set everything on fire and kill each other if I take like a day to sulk at the bottom of the ocean until my head stops spinning from thinking at both normal speed and also about 30 times faster while trying to do complicated moral reasoning and paying attention to preferences after I burned through all of my social energy because I'm too introverted for this shit.

<JackManifoldTV> probably not

<Ph1LzA> nah m8 we'll be fine

<Ph1LzA> take your time

<Yvette> Awesome.

Nobody can or will bother her there; she can take as much time as she needs. 

Nghhhhhhhhhhhh.

She keeps an eye on the text channel thing. To make sure nothing explodes or anything. She did just rip open the gates of not-technically-Hell and release (almost) everyone into an unprepared world. Granted, releasing everyone amounted to three people, two of which were sort-of-copies of other people, but. Still.

NGHHHHH.

Nothing much happens in it. There’s lots of people asking other people to join this or that VC (whatever that is), lots of saying hello or goodbye to people, occasional no-context comments that presumably accompany spoken conversations.

<Yvette> Hey Sam can I come hang out and do nothing of importance? Fair warning: I am still grumpy and will spend like half the time being dramatic and whiny. Some people find this hilarious, others find it really aggravating. It's all bark and no bite, promise.

<awesamdude> sure

<awesamdude> I’m at Las Nevadas

<Yvette> Cool, coming!

Sam’s waiting for her there! He waves when she appears. 

She waves back!

Then she clears her throat and says, with utmost gravity: "Whine, whine whine, grumble grumble, whine, and so forth." And then back to bright and happy. "So how are you?"

“I’d say I’m doing fairly well. I have… A few major decisions to make, with all the changes, but I’m not unhappy about that.”

"Sorry all the same," she says, sincerely. "... Mostly for the lack of planning and communication and whatnot, more than the results, but still. Nothing's exploded so far? Nobody's dead?"

“No explosions, no deaths—a few undeaths, but only the ones you knew about, and they’re not a bad thing. Hopefully.”

She snorts. "Hopefully! And if they are terrible there is a prison you can in fact put them in, which will still be better than the afterlife unless you try very hard to make it otherwise. Sorry to maybe give you more work, I guess?"

“…Yeah.”

She tilts her head. "... is it a lot of work and pressure?" she guesses, at his tone. "Do you need help?"

“I wouldn’t give this burden to anyone else. Not even you. 

The ghost Tommy wants to visit Dream. I don’t know if I should let him.”

"He did seem questionably, er, not angry about being killed and dumped in a torturous afterlife that sucked a bunch." Then she crosses her arms. "Also. Sam. I noticed that dodge of answering my question but actually not. Are you okay?"