Abigale's Afterlife. (Town. Closed)

[Shades of Gray]

Only accessible by Sican. This is Abigale's afterlife. As he walks in there is a white void. Infinite. In the distance he can see a form, chained up by the wrists to a wall. Of course, there is no wall, just white. The form has very long black hair.

It is silent.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Tentattive footsteps can be heard echoing, Sican enters the room-thingy...
Abby, is that you?

[Shades of Gray]

The head looks up. Sican? Abigale suddenly seems less distant. Her legs seem to fade away, like a ghost's. One can not take their physical items to the afterlife, and she has long godiva hair. If you know what that is. If I knew you were coming I would have cleaned the place. Abigale says slightly weakly, but still smiling. She is still chained up to the wall by the wrists.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sican grins a little at abby's attempt at humour.
Sigh, sheesh why would you need to clean it it's spotless...want me to get the chains?

[Shades of Gray]

Sure thanks. She shakes the chains a bit. Hey. Next time you come could you bring some clothes?

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sure thing,
Sican undoes the chains.
Well of course, I have to be going for now anyway...I'll be back
Sican would leave, smiling
I'll be back.

[Shades of Gray]

Abigale breathes a sigh of relief as she drops down from the wall, she stretches her wrists.

You do? Abigale seems disappointed. Glasya didn't tell you about how time flows here?

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sican is in and out exceedingly fast.
He has cloths for abby, A T-shirt, and jeans.
It's all I could grab quick-like, and no she didn't.

[Shades of Gray]

Abigale puts them on, thanking him. She also has legs now. It seems that she was holding back on the whole legs thing cause Sican was around.

Thanks Sican. So, how's the Town holding up without me? Abigale wonders.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Where to begin Well Everyone misses you, Pete who was one of the last to find out took it a bit heavily, Abby even Zoi was sad...Lech is...not herself, she's, there must be something wrong with her...Town is doing okay, Glasya has been around town, trying to piece together why you died...

[Shades of Gray]

Zoi? I thought he hated me... I thought Peter would take it ba- Glasya's around? Really? I didn't think she cared that much. Abigale seems glad to hear that.

Stuff here's been... Abigale looks around at the void. ... Reeaaal exciting. She says sarcastically.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Yeah it must be hard not to do anything to wild in here.
He smiles.
It's interesting, Liam left, for reasons I can't tell anyone, I've got a new partner in crime to take his place, this little-ummm nomadimouse she called herself, name's vi, she's a sweetheart, to bad I can't bring her with.

[Shades of Gray]

Too bad indeed. Abigale's hair grows back to its regular size, and rubs the red marks where the chains were. I still can't believe Glasya even let you in here.

Glasya had always acted disdainful and controlling of Abigale. But deep inside Glasya wuvs all of her servants, but has to maintain her controlling outward appearance to uphold her reputation as archdevil.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Neither could I, but hey appreciate every gift. Is it always like the infinite plan of suck in here?
Sican is great with his intuition most of the time, he kind've got that vibe from her giving him the card.

[Shades of Gray]

Nope, it's not infinite. Abigale says, leaning on a wall that doesn't appear to be a wall. But it does suck.

Abigale then conjures two glasses of wine. Take one. It's not like you can even get drunk in here.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sican takes the wine.
gee...that's creative of whoever's in charge, I envy you your resolve, I'd have gone crazy within the day I got locked in here.

[Shades of Gray]

I've found ways to keep it interesting... Abigale says, drawing a picture of Sican with wine on her finger. Course, it's hard to draw from up there. Abigale points to the chains. So it was pretty rough.

[Sen Halfomoon]

interesting medium choice, would you prefer some inks, and bamboo quills?
He takes out his own.
Untill I can get you out of here, take these, it'll work better then wine.

[Shades of Gray]

Thanks. I might be able to actually draw with these. Abigale smiles, and the wine on the floor seems into the white invisible carpet that wasn't there just now. She begins to draw very slowly, very very slowly.

It's not like time if of the essence, I can take my time and make this one perfect.

[Sen Halfomoon]

umm does time flow differently here? It's just you mentioned it before, I'm wondering what you mean?

[Shades of Gray]

Well, I have a sentence of... Abigale does some calculations. 800 years in hell. Now, those 800 years would seem to go fast, but there's fine print, as with anything that devils do. Time flies when you are having fun, does this seem like fun? This is a rhetorical question. Didn't think so. The time that's elapsed since you came here is... More calculations. Three seconds.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Wow.
Sican gapes at her...
that really sucks.
Sican begins doodling on the wall with his favored medium, wax crayons!

[Shades of Gray]

Meh, I'm used to it. Lived in hell my entire life. Part of the reason why everything seemed to be happening so fast to me... Part of the reason I- Abigale stops herself, yay sudden mopey-ness.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Abby, no moping...please?
Sican finishes his little doodle, it is of Lech. the former awesomely happy hyper, cool lech. It shows her flying towards the reader. the caption,
"The flying lech hug, an affectionate artillery shell."

[Shades of Gray]

Yeah, nothing I can do now anyway, no point in moping at all. She smiles at the picture. Abigale has finished... a strand of hair. But this is the most beautifully drawn strand of hair ever.

[Sen Halfomoon]

sheesh if you take that long, even with the time difference I'll have busted you out by the time you finish.
Sican is not hinting, he just is saying this, he does plan on finding a way, and abby knows him well enough to guess that.

[Shades of Gray]

Not likely. Abigale knocks on a wall. Pretty hard.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sican checks the wall with one of the thingy's in his robo arm...
indeed, it wouldn't be easy, but seriously do you think that'd stop me when I get around to it?
Sican smiles wolfishly.

[Shades of Gray]

'course not Sisi. Abigale tries the nickname.

It's been six seconds... Just ten more of these conversations and then we'll be at one minute of my 800 year sentence. I can just see the time flying by. Abigale jokes, she is done the second strand of hair.

[Sen Halfomoon]

Sican frowns at the nickname and sticks his tongue out childishly.
Yes I know, I simply can't tell where the time is going.
Sarcasm is dripping from his voice.