It's a dead man's party
[It's a little strange being dead. Reality in the dressing room is tenuous at best, but in death is all seems as real as the next thought, scene shifting on the whim of will.]
[It's strange, but Tyki's conjured himself up a pond to sit beside and stare at a sky that's as empty and black as space, except devoid of stars. Feel free to change the landscape if you can visit the dead, or are among them yourself.]
((ooc; Tyki's dead post, for anyone who can visit or commune with the departed.))
[It's strange, but Tyki's conjured himself up a pond to sit beside and stare at a sky that's as empty and black as space, except devoid of stars. Feel free to change the landscape if you can visit the dead, or are among them yourself.]
((ooc; Tyki's dead post, for anyone who can visit or commune with the departed.))