How do you think this should work? They end up sitting in the same circle of chairs, or? :) ))

I was actually going to ask which one sounds easier for you loll

either they could end up in the same circle and recognise each other, or end up in different ones, make either friends or "acquaintance" (whichever is easier) but then end up being sent to the same building/area?

I was also wandering, should they know each other or no?

Great minds lol

I'd say end up in the same circle just so they can interact, then get sent to the same building

I'm thinking they would be strongly familiar to each other but not remember much from their lives- the memories kind of slowly come back over time? If youd be down with that

I was thinking generally the same, especially w the memories coming back thing loll

But that sounds good, so once they first see each other, they'd be "acquaintences" but i'd say become friends (at first) pretty quickly?

Yeah! Sounds like a plan))

The first thing Trixie saw was bright, white light. Almost too bright for comfort. She glanced around slowly, taking a few moments to register the arrows and area they seemed to lead to. She felt strangely calm as she started walking forward, slightly curious as to what was going on. The feeling of the... ground? Floor? Was strange- but not unpleasant. Interesting. She felt similarly about the light, floaty feeling in her body. Not unpleasant, just new and interesting. She walked on at just above a leisurely pace, looking around and then at herself. She was covered in lacerations, gashes, and even a few bruises, it seemed. Strangely, there was no sting of pain associated with them. Another interesting thing. She glanced up from her body to find that she was stood in front of a small, circular arrangement of chairs that contained two people. One, a person who seemed to have a broken neck, and the other a tall, dark haired man also covered in wounds. He was so familiar, it felt like She could almost say his name- but she didn't know the first thing about him. She blinked and then settled about one chair space away from him, glancing around and then at her hands. After, she brought her gaze up to both characters nearby, but mainly to the familiar man she was closest to. "What's your name?" She asked, a light tone as she tilted her head at him.

Matts head snapped up at a voice, he had no idea someone else had came over and sat down. He felt a strange unfamiliar feeling strike through his body as he looked at the person who had spoken to him, followed by a strangely happy, excited feeling. It only lasted. a couple seconds before he went back to feeling, well..nothing, and he gave a faint smile. "Uh, Matt. You?" he asked politely, locking his eyes firmly onto hers. She seemed to scarily familiar, and felt as if he was balancing her name on the tip of his tongue, as if the word was unable to let go, scared to drop and leave his mouth. Matts eyes briefly wandered over the various lacerations on her body, and as horrible as it was to look at, he would much rather keep his eyes focused on her than the guy with the broken neck- who hadn't moved an inch since either of them sat down. Anyone would think he was dead, by the way he was acting.

Trixie offered him a small, slightly apologetic smile at his surprise. She blinked at the name, and suddenly it felt like she had known it all along. It fit perfectly with the familiar feeling he gave. It took her a moment to grasp her own name, but it came within moments. "Hello then, Matt. I'm Trixie." She nodded lightly, observing him in the same way he was observing her. He had gashes and other such wounds on his body as well. She noticed his eyes lingering on a particularly nasty laceration on her forearm and looked down at it herself. "It's strange, how they don't hurt. They look like they're supposed to- but they may as well not be there at all." She commented lightly, glancing back up at him.

Matt bit the inside of his lip as she mentioned her name, having to look down slightly from the bright white light that seemed to just...be the sky. He let the feeling of familiarity pass as she continued speaking, giving just a smile of acknowledgment to her introduction. Matt continued with a nod at her second comment, looking down at his own arm, running his finger along the wounds. She wasn't wrong, they didn't hurt no matter how hard he pressed down, and he was beginning to think whatever was going on was in fact not a dream. He looked back up, his eye catching someone pretty much..floating over, though he focused on Trixie. "Pretty much. I've got no idea how they got here though" he said, smiling lightly as he spoke, tearing his eye contact away as the person finally stopped in front of them. He felt a strange feeling wash over him at the presence, like he absolutely had to focus on them instead of Trixie, almost as if he was a statue. The person began to speak in a very unnerving echoing voice, the attention right on Trixie and Matt, and then gave a whole explanation as to why they were there. It was quick, a lot of words he didn't think existed were used but it was easy enough for them to find out they were both..dead.

Trixie watched him touching his own wounds, wincing when he pressed against them. She tentatively reached to touch her own arm, running her fingertips lightly over the jagged edge of the cut. "Neither have I. But maybe that's a good thing." She shrugged, offering him another slight smile in turn. She looked up at the... floater, with interest, tilting her head and giving the being her full attention. She blinked at the tone, shrinking away from it slightly because it was, fir lack of a better term, creepy. She simply stared at the creature after it delivered the news, tearing her gaze from it and looking at Matt. "But-" She looked back at the being and then around, trying to find an acceptable reason to deny it- but she couldn't.

Matt hadn't said a word the whole time everything was being explained, only even looking up at Trixies words. He took a deep breath in, though no matter how hard he tried to get his brain to understand, he couldn't comprehend the fact he was simply..not alive. Did this mean he was a ghost? Zombie? Reincarnated? Or just imaging? He, finally, opened his mouth to say something, more along the lines of "stop talking absolute bullshit" bit before he got the chance, the floating guy carried on, his voice just as echoey. "You'll all be assigned to certain areas, such as theatres, hotels, even whole towns. I trust you've heard of certain dreamlands before? This is the step some of you unlucky people need to go through before you end up there" he started, and Matt blinked. He had no idea what the dreamland was, and in fact couldn't remember anything but from when he first woke up there. He didn't say a word, and continued to let the guy talk. "It's simple, really. All you have to do is scare, frighten and haunt your assigned places as much as possible. If you do well enough to drive buildings to abandonment, or even towns, you'll be referred to this dreamworld. If not, no doubt you'll be exorcised and we'll..gone from existence" he finished, and Matt stared forward. None of that exactly felt real, it was like his mind was taking the piss out of him for having a bad nights sleep. He let his gaze wander to Trixie, raining his eyebrows in slight disbelief. If he chose not o believe, maybe it would be easier. "All three of you will be assigned to a town, so you have the pick of any buildings. Good luck" the guy said, promptly leaving before anything could be said.