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[ someone is sitting on the kitchen floor, eating. a lot. alex stress eats because she can. or maybe its because she's so relieved that after dying she's not a ghost again. she doesn't realize that her bracelet is on as she takes a big swig from a bottle of some sort of brown liquor, making a face.]

Being struck by lightning kills you, who knew. [ the sarcasm is strong with this one. she makes an exacerbated face before stuffing another chocolate in her mouth, talking with her mouth full a bit (she chewed a little, okay?)] At least I'm not a bloody ghost again. [ swallow and she stares down at the next chocolate in her hand for a moment (are there tears welling up in her eyes? maybe.) before she unfolds her legs with a frown, tossing it in the trash.]

At least I've skipped over the shock, denial, and randiness stages straight into hunger. Hal can be glad he's not be here for the frothing rage bit. [ she reaches for something off camera and hits her bracelet which shuts off her device.]

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You died? What makes you sure you're not a ghost then?

I wouldn't be able to stuff my face like this. [ she shows the state of the kitchen table, full of half-eaten food.]

You wouldn't? Ah— well I guess that does make sense.

Probably one of the worst things about being a ghost.

So everything else is not so bad then?

Well, em, most of it isn't great to be honest. You can't eat, you can't sleep, you can't shag. And you're stuck in the same fucking clothes you died in.