The Sound of Her Wings

Didi hadn't paid much attention when she was assigned an office, but she was relieved to have one now. For one thing, it was a place where Time could get wrapped up in one of hi projects -- in this case, arranging her books in chronological order -- without making her incipient headache too much worse. (She loved her father. She loved everybody. It was just sometimes for her to love him when she only saw him in small doses.)

He harrumphed over her small selection of texts, while she sat at the desk and tried to radiate good vibes for any parents or students who might stop by. It was a harder exercise than usual, but she'd pull herself together if anyone came by.

[OOC: Open office!]

Hey all!

So Death is back (and will be working at Caritas). I think most of you either know the canon, remember her from her last go-round on the island five years ago, or both, so here are the essentials. There's a bit of a deeper dive in her original info post from way back when, though parts of that are specific to the human form called Didi as opposed to Death herself.

• She is death. Literally. Well, if you want to get technical about it, she's more of a universal life-death force thing, but for some reason most people are mainly interested in the part where she takes your hand and escorts you to the afterlife.
  
• If you think your character would either recognize her as one of the Endless, or sense that she isn't exactly human, go for it. It's not a secret.
  
• People here know her as Didi, so that's what she'll go by. In part because introducing yourself as Death doesn't tend to make you a hit at parties.
  
• Her powers are effectively unlimited; the Endless follow plenty of rules, but there's little or nothing they actually can't do. That said, she's not in the habit of interfering in mortal affairs, and she's not going to start on the island.
  
• Theoretically, she's almost omniscient, though not telepathic. (E.g., she knows what people do but not necessarily how they feel about it.) In practice on the island, given all the different universes in play and my lack of desire to godmod, she's normally only going to know things that anyone else could know too. That said, if you want her to amuse/confuse/slightly wig out your character by, say, calling them by name when she first meets them or asking about their dead father or offering to buy them a slice of their favorite anchovy-pineapple pizza, let me know OOC and I'll do it.
  
• She is basically the best and most loving friend anyone could have. And she'll keep being that way no matter what.

Questions, comments, gifs because this post lacks them?

Death was waiting.

Death was often waiting. She'd waited for Didi's year to be up, and it was. She'd waited to do her job on the island -- and now she had done that, too.

And now there was just one thing left to do, one final goodbye to say. She had a feeling she wouldn't be waiting too long.

For now, there were ducks to feed.

( This is our last goodbye... )

[OOC: And that's it, folks. Thanks to furnaceface, who knew about this going in and gave me an amazing year of shippiness, this scene included. I'm also going to use this OOC note to thank Jara and Cassie, for being wonderful fake siblings; Aura, for being a fantastic real sibling I regret not having had more time with; Ana, for being a kickass roomie who let Didi pick on his boy like crazy; Nic, for being my partner in crime on the one year and out thing; Tracy, for taking the goldfish; and everybody who's wibbled at me or let me wibble at them this past few weeks. Thank you. It's been an honor to play this one, and she'll be missed.]

Didi was a little confused when she got back to her cabin. She'd gone looking for Jono, but he hadn't been in any of his usual places, and the island just felt ... wrong. Weirdly empty, and what life there was felt frightening in a way that itched at the back of her head.

She didn't have too much time to ponder it further. As she pulled open her cubby, she was confronted by the tug of a black hole in reality that yanked her into it, leaving not a trace.

[OOC: Establishy, unless cabinmates want to notice]

So Jono still didn't know what Didi had in mind for his birthday.

.... possibly because she had managed to wring every drop of innuendo out of her request they "take a walk back to the dorms for something special."

Honestly. Boys.

She laughed a little to herself as she gripped his hand tighter.

[OOC: For two, please.]

Death was on a rocky peak on the Dreaming, rain battering down on her as she talked to her brother for what she knew would be the last time.

( Dream within a dream behind here )

Waking, she knew it meant more than the vague promise it might have seemed. The rock had told her that much.

Her only question was how Del would react.

[OOC: Dream text borrowed from Sandman #69 by Neil Gaiman. Thank you to icecoldfrost for finding and uploading a scan of it for me. Closed door, open post!]

There wasn't any real reason for Didi to be as pissed off as she was after art class, but it wasn't like you needed a reason to be angry. Still in her cute new sundress -- seriously, what had she been thinking, with the black all the time? -- she came back to her alcove and started banging things around. She'd tell you she was looking for a different pair of shoes, but really she just liked making noise.

Eventually she flopped back on her bed and turned on an Eminem record as loud as it would go. It was like she was daring her cabinmates to complain.

[OOC: Open, yo.]

Didi didn't check her email often, but she was grateful she had today. Someone had posted a message on her Facebook page.

I don't know if you're the same girl I think you are, it read, but even if you aren't you look cool so I hope you are cool and will just delete this and not decide I'm some freak. This is Hazel. The pregnant girl from the concert last summer. I mean, I'm not pregnant anymore. His name is Alvie. Anyhow, Donna -- Foxglove -- has her record release party Wednesday, and if you want to come to New York you're totally welcome. I would really like to see you. Let me know?

Didi smiled as she read it, then tapped in a short note saying she'd be there if she could before calling Jono and going to pack. It felt like a good time to get out of town for a few days.

[OOC: Open for he who is going with her, the roommate, or anyone who wants to bug her! Possible SP from here as I NEED TO PACK.]

It was totally a normal Monday morning for Didi. Shower, get dressed, say hi to her fish, then recline on her bed with a graphic novel and a muffin. She had a few hours until Algren's class, and she was enjoying the relaxing time.

Normal, normal, normal -- except, on Jaime's side of the room, Jaime's debris of engineering supplies had been removed and replaced with accounting textbooks and clothes belonging to one Bobby Drake. Next door, Jaime's things had taken the place of Bobby's in a similar way. It was Didi and Bobby's special way of thanking their roommates for both taking off on the same weekend.

Didi couldn't stop herself from impatiently eying the door, hoping Jaime, Kate or Bobby would stop by before she had to leave for class. An unappreciated prank was a sad thing indeed.

[OOC: Mostly for the pranked and the fellow prankster, but open if you need her!}

Didi had spent some time this morning talking to her fish as she cleaned and rearranged their tank. Either she was a little bored, or they had seen fascinating things during the gremlin invasion. It might have been both.

Once she'd gotten all of the conversation out of Slim and Wandsworth that a girl could expect (and a bit more), she flopped down on her bed and started watching a DVD of the movie from class yesterday. She hadn't seen it all the way through, and Scottish Accent Guy was hot.

The door to her room was open a crack so she could see people in the hall.