[she has been here a day or so now and had calmed a bit from her first panicked reaction of waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar. At first she had thought she'd gone to the Final Death somehow, which simply wasn't possible, but then she'd seen other people. Living people. Fleshy people. And more importantly they'd seen her and hadn't had much to say about it. And then she'd found the... the young woman... that strange ghost who had repeated over and over where she was and how she had come. It had seemed more like some bright television sort of thing, because Imelda had tried to converse with her and then waved her hand right through.
But she had finally decided that this was entirely real, and that she was somehow physical in the Land of the Living while still being very dead. Not a situation she was in usually. Now she was ready so she fiddles with the...the teléfono thing that was nothing like any teléfono she'd ever seen.Still, somehow she manages it, or she thinks she does--]
H-Hello. I am Imelda Rivera and I would like to speak to an operator, por favor. [she's not entirely sure who she should connect to or call in order to find her familia... but an operator seems a step in the right direction]
But she had finally decided that this was entirely real, and that she was somehow physical in the Land of the Living while still being very dead. Not a situation she was in usually. Now she was ready so she fiddles with the...the teléfono thing that was nothing like any teléfono she'd ever seen.Still, somehow she manages it, or she thinks she does--]
H-Hello. I am Imelda Rivera and I would like to speak to an operator, por favor. [she's not entirely sure who she should connect to or call in order to find her familia... but an operator seems a step in the right direction]
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