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[right][b][color=black]Nothing but a byproduct of the die-off…[/color][/b][/right]

Having collected herself, posted upon the edge of the bar’s roof, she traced the newcomer. [i]An airport?[/i] The empty girl wondered just how empty a predicament she’d found herself in. However unfortunately, these others were all close enough to make it a party. [i]Purgatory[/i], she thought, [i]would have to wait.[/i] This limbo was still occupied. The newcomer seemed to know one of the others, which threw her off. It must have been a glitch in whatever simulation she found herself splayed in.

The more the world confounded around her, the more she tried to think back to that last moment. It had to be the pipe, the devilish nectar. Alas, no hallucination had ever reached her brain so vivid in its portrayal. She held her head in her hands and braced for a pain that never came. Unless she was still dosed, it couldn’t have been long since she vanished from the crumbling high rise in the night. She wasn’t really focusing on the gathering after that, but before long each individual started to file towards the bar and head inside. The night was nice, blanketed in that sort of midnight blue, but she hated the snow. [i]It was the cold,[/i] she was sure to clarify to herself. [i]To be alone in purgatory had nothing to do with it.[/i]

The girl stood and started to scour the roof for an entryway. Getting down was always harder than getting up. There was a hatch in the concrete, and she yanked it with vigorous fervor, making all sorts of racket in the process. Despite her frenzied pulls, however, there was certainly some sort of lock blocking her way. [i]It was fine. She was fine.[/i] Taking the easy way was lame anyways. A second story balcony was easy enough to reach by lowering herself on the lip of the building, and from there, she ventured inside the unlocked door to seek out the company of strangers. [i]How far she’d come in mere minutes…[/i]

She thumped down the stairwell and into the bar and passed another of the stranger along the way with little more than another weak salute. She paused for a long moment to survey the array of strangers and was sure to eye up each one of them. Each of them was plenty unique, but evoked no memories within her. The girl with the blue streak in her hair had already taken to raiding the bar, and the more she thought about it, the more she cared not for any purgatory’s laws. Without words, she also carried herself behind the bar and ran a hand over the various bottles. There wasn’t anything authentic enough for her usual tastes, but she settled on a bottle of clear lychee liqueur and was fixing her own drink in no time. Drinking straight from the bottle was way too anti-aesthetic for her.

[color=black][b] “My [i]deal[/i]?”[/b][/color] She looked to the girl with the blue streak in her hair, who coincidentally was the only other of the condemned lot that went straight for the bottle—straight pulls of vodka with no remorse. It almost made her cringe to watch, but there was a degree of respect to act, she supposed. Her poker-face remained. [color=black][b] “I tried to launch myself into the void, but wound up here instead.”[/b][/color] She looked around.[color=black][b] “Quaint… Was expecting to be alone, too.”[/b][/color]

[color=black][b] “Never the matter. Welcome to purgatory, or stillness, or the constant. Whatever you'd like to call it.”[/b][/color] She rose her glass up to the other girl [i]who definitely didn’t have a problem[/i] in a far too dramatic gesture. [i]It felt strange to reach the next stage,[/i] she thought. Alas, all she could do was remember her doctrines. The [i]'Climax of Emptiness'[/i], it seemed, would continue to elude her.