Is she sure? It's a pretty boring place. Ocean far as the eye can see.

She wasn't bored while falling through a portal to an unknown location... now that she's here... yeah it's pretty boring. She'll try diving underwater. She's able to breath underwater and maybe everything here happens underwater. She can see really well underwater.

The ocean is... fascinatingly boring. There's nothing in there. No fish. No garbage. No seaweed. No coral. Just saltwater. Lots of it.

Goodness, that's remarkably boring... she will resurface and run along the surface picking up speed until she's going just under the speed of sound. She'll keep at that until she sees something different or it's been an hour or so.

At that speed she will be approaching the shore pretty soon. There's civilization on the shore! Sorta! No farms. No weeds. A weirdly small number of individual but large and healthy trees. Mud huts. And a waterslide with a splashdown exit over the sea.

Oh neat a waterslide, she'll head towards that. As she approaches she'll slow down and once she's really close she'll start swimming instead of walking on water.

The waterslide has a ladder, and a stream of water coming from the spigot at the top, and no obvious way for the water to be coming from anywhere, not even the ocean itself. There are some people, all young adults, hanging out around the mud huts in the area. The roofs of the huts look like they might be plastic harvested from the slide, except for how the slide is intact. They look at her as she swims in, blinking curiously.

She has a hat shirt and pants in a variety of mismatched colors all of which are mysteriously dry and large pink wings which disappear after she notices they don't have any.

Yeah, that's really weird and they're all staring at her now. One says, "Hej!", but not with the apparent expectation that they will have a language in common.

She understands that, language barriers aren't an issue for her. She says "Hello" back except it comes across for each of them in whatever language they're most comfortable with.

Most of them start replying - in a bunch of different languages - and then they look at each other in puzzlement, and then the one who spoke first says, "What's your language?"

"Oh... is this a place where it's supposed to be hard to talk to each other? I guess I could just pick yours."

Most of these people are naked, though a couple of them have something on - one's got a pair of shorts, one's got a lovely cloth wrap in markedly better condition than the shorts. The pale ones haven't tanned despite apparently having a habit of sitting around in the sunshine naked all day. "I don't know about supposed to," says the speaker.

"Well things usually work out about how they're supposed to or else they get fixed or whoever set things up changes their mind and decides they're okay with the way things ended up. So... is it a place where it's hard to talk to people?"

"Well, it depends where you land. In a village like this one we mostly speak our pidgin."

"If you can understand each other locally and it's not too disruptive I'll keep talking the way I am if that's alright. I could try to pick up your mix if that's better but it would be a little awkward."

"No need to put yourself out on our account. I'd assumed your thing was your outfit, there, but - do you have another thing, for the languages -? Not that I have any idea what it might be."

"My thing? Oh, does everyone have abilities tied to some specific object around here? Hmm, what would I pick if I was going to do that?"

"...I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"I'm new around here so I'm not sure how things work yet. I appeared in the middle of the ocean and it was a long way to get here and find some people. It took almost a full half hour."

"Oh. Well, you're dead, and everybody gets one thing, though it can be a complicated thing," he gestures at the water slide. "Welcome to Limbo. That doesn't explain the business with the languages, though."

"I guess I can pretend that's what happened if it makes me fit in better. Just having my outfit and nothing else sounds pretty boring though. What kinds of things do people have?"

"What do you mean, pretend that's what happened? That's how everyone gets to Limbo..." says the guy.

She ignores the question. If she's pretending she shouldn't clarify. "Is that what you call this place, Limbo? That's simultaneously vague and slightly foreboding. Neat! What sorts of things do people do in or on Limbo? Is there some sort of unifying theme or mechanic beyond the everyone gets one thing bit?"

"...that's basically it. The ocean was someone's thing. There's not much here besides things that are somebody's. We just... hang out. Not much going on."