TO EVERYONE

[princessvegas]

[ In her domain, Julie sits in a booth, bent over the table with a stack of paper and pen. She bites the tip of her tongue in concentration, then starts writing invitations. She intends to leave them all over the Horizon, fliers more than proper addressed invites.

Soon, all of the off-worlders are able to see writing in their vision. This writing appears to simply be written on any nearby surface: a tabletop, on the page of a book in place of the text, in a pool of water. It sparkles to summon attention to itself, just enough of a twinkle to earn a glance. ]



[ It's signed at the bottom, Julie Lawry.

Soon, other thoughts may begin appearing in your vision, sparkling until they catch your eye. Your own thoughts can be broadcast too. If you put in a little effort, you can even send them directly to a specific person, or a group.

And most of you are welcome to the party. ]

Comments

[princessvegas]

I mean, personally, I think a lot of it's religious bullshit, but I guess it's still nicer to think that there's real karma after you die. Plus, who wants to think about their dead loved ones just rotting away in the ground forever? Or worse. I didn't get to bury my family. I don't want their eternity to be just decomposing in their beds with flies all over them.

[ Look, when you come from an extremely traumatic place, it's good to have even a tiny bit of emotional comfort. It doesn't matter if it's true or not, not really; believing that there's nothing after at all means that the people she loved suffered for no reason.

She can give them a reason, even if only in her head. ]

Well, yeah, you can't wear the meat dress. She already did it, and you don't know her, so it would be a shitty costume for you. The point of the costume is to make it an extension of yourself. It's about what you want to be or what you like, or what you think is funny. Stuff like that.

[cointosser]

[Karma? At least he's following otherwise.] I can see the appeal of wishing for more than a rotting emptiness.

[It's all he adds for a time. Of course one may want more for their friends and families -- well, if they have close family. But death is so close so much of the time to him. He's watched so many die. By accident, by fate. By the wrong choice in the right moment. And their bodies left to decompose in the mud, or the swamps, or thrown outside the banquet hall to be disposed of later.

It's only a body.

I will never be accused of copying another, thank you. I am considering I may find inspiration for something more suitable once I see the sort of costuming you mean.

[princessvegas]

Plus, if it keeps some people from being dicks to everyone their whole lives, it can't be all that bad to believe.

[ It will, of course, not keep most people from being dicks, but she has definitely known some folks who were God-fearing enough to behave under the threat of eternal damnation. Take your wins where you can. ]

Do whatever you want, don't worry about how other people are dressed. I'm not doing a costume contest, so you aren't competing or anything.

[cointosser]

You raise a very fair point.

[The less dicks in one's life, the better.]

Hah. I appreciate the reassurance. Then I shan't worry for a moment, even if I still intend to dress to impress.

[princessvegas]

Sugar, if you're out to be a big deal like you say, then I'd bet my bottom dollar you'll impress.