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[crayoned]

[Waking up in a bed of flowers is not something Mary was expecting to do today. Or any day really, given it would have been impossible back at the gallery. And yet here she is, sitting up, surrounded by flowers out in the sunshine.

Did she somehow make it out? This is the outside, isn't it? It's bright. There are lots of people walking around, even if they're just NPCs. This is ticking all the boxes for what Mary's definition of 'outside' is. But if this really is the outside then how did she get here? She certainly didn't get here using the method she was planning to use. Dying definitely wasn't a part of her plan.

... Well, it didn't matter now, did it? She's finally made it out of the gallery. Ib and Garry don't seem to be around, but after what happened she's not sure that she wants to see them right away anyway. For now she intends to enjoy herself and have a little fun before anything or anyone decides to come along and spoil it for her.]

A

[Having woken up in one of the flower beds by the greenhouses and collected her thoughts, Mary is seriously going to town on these flowers. Red flowers? Yeah, she's going to pick some of those. And a few yellow ones, too. And blue? You better believe she's picking every blue flower she sees. There are just so many pretty colours and so little time! Sorry to any gardening club members that happen to spot her.

Want to tell her off? Point out some particularly pretty looking flowers for her to pick? It's all good.]

B

[Having successfully made off with a bundle of flowers, Mary is running around the school grounds, handing out the odd flower here and there. She intends to keep most of what she picked for herself, but if she gives out a few flowers then maybe she'll be able to make some friends out of it! Friends like receiving gifts, right? And if a person isn't your friend yet then giving them a gift must make them your friend twice as fast! Yes, that makes sense.

She's trying to give flowers out to anyone who passes by, be they NPCs or otherwise. Once she has her eyes set on someone, Mary runs over and quickly blurts out an introduction before handing over one of her flowers.]

Hey, my name is Mary... Don't you think these flowers are sooo pretty? You can have this one if you like, it really suits you!

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[slave_of_suzumiya]

(Great, no one's explained it yet? Guess that leaves it to me...)

W-Well, you're in the afterlife...

[crayoned]

Oh, okay! [... Mary isn't the slightest bit fazed by this, at all.] Oh, I get it, it's called that because you come here after your life, right? I worked it out, heehee!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, uh... yeah.

(And... she's not fazed in the least?)

[crayoned]

Sooo if I'm thinking right, does that mean that you're not alive Kyon? 'Cause this is the afterlife...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, that's right. Everyone here is dead.

[crayoned]

And that means I'm dead too, doesn't it? Since I'm here as well.

[It may seem like they're going over the obvious here, but Mary just wants to confirm that this is exactly what's going on. She's really dead, Ib and Garry really did what they did, and that's why she's here now.

Her response seems to lose a little of the upbeat tone Mary's voice had before, but she still seems to be taking the news pretty well.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Y-yeah, that's right... Do you remember what happened before you arrived?

[crayoned]

[Yes, she does, she remembers everything. But even if she remembers there's no way she can share any of the details with anyone.]

Sort of, I don't really remember it all. Just bits and pieces. [Time to turn the question around.] Do you remember anything before you came here, Kyon?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Not everything, but I've regained quite a few memories since I've arrived here.

[crayoned]

Oh... Maybe I'll regain some of my memories too! [Not that there's anything to get back.] And maybe you'll get all of your memories back too, one day.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, one day.

[crayoned]

[As curious as she about what sort of memories Kyon has at the moment she decides against asking about anything else memory related. Just in case she ends up having to answer anything about memories in return.]

One day, really soon! [...] Have you been here for a long time?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Hmm... It'd be getting pretty close to around a year now, I'd think?

[crayoned]

And how long is that in... Days?

[Keeping track of time was kind of hard for her back home, being where she was. The days and weeks just ended up blurring together after so long.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

In days...? Uh, well one year is around 365 days, so a bit less than that?

(She doesn't know the length of a year...?)

[crayoned]

That sounds like a lot!

[Though she feels as though she spent a lot more than three hundred or so days in the gallery back home. That number sure does sound big though!]

So you've been here all that time and you still haven't got all your memories back, wow...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well yeah, it does sound like a long time when you put it like that, huh?

[crayoned]

Yeah, it does. You must've done lots of stuff if you've been here for a year now. [Nearly a year. Close enough.] What sort of things do you do here, Kyon? So you're not bored all the time.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Not a whole lot, I guess... just go about the average daily routine, hang out with people and stuff...

[crayoned]

People, as in people that are your friends, yeah? And you hang out with them every day? You must have a lot of fun.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well yeah, I guess. It isn't always fun though.

[crayoned]

... It's not? [Blasphemy.] Aren't you meant to have fun with your friends? That's what I'd like to do with my friends.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well yeah, that's true. But there's other factors at play too. Didn't you ever get into any fights with your friends once in a while when you were alive?

[crayoned]

[... She's not going to answer that. A moment passes before Mary replies with something else.]

After you fight with your friends you can always come back and be even better friends than you were before.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Yeah, that's right.