muse_cafe RP-age
Carcer's sitting in the cafe looking more than a bit confused. He ought to be dead, he's sure of it. He remembers dying. He remembers feeling the floor drop out from under his boots and the rope pull tight around his neck....
Damn. His neck...now that he's thinking about it, it does kind of hurt. Probably bruised pretty bad, too.
Damn.
If he's dead, then is this some kind of afterlife? Everybody else in here seems prettly lively to him. If he's not dead...right now, he's almost hoping he is. Because that might actually make sense.
Gods, he could use a beer. Or three.

((So, who's up for explanations? .D))