mortal is as mortal does

[imeanforever]

Promise is looking for dewdrops. She has just learned to candy them herself - it's not hard, if she does it in her own tree instead of in the field. So she's brushing the droplets into a little wooden cup. They blend together but she can separate them out again later.

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[lookingforwardtoit]

"Really?"

[imeanforever]

"Is there some reason why she is less likely than anyone else to have fallen through a tear into Fairyland? According to her it's the first time a tear has ever happened, you'd think it would be equally unprecedented regardless."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"I've never heard of Fairyland, but I've heard of the person at the top of the tower. Out of all the people in this afterlife, and there are a lot, I would have thought she'd be the least likely to talk to anyone who might ever talk to me."

[imeanforever]

"Well, she couldn't get home on her own, and I found her first. Is there some reason I shouldn't be talking to you?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Not that I can think of. It's more that the admin has a low-key reputation for being somebody you don't talk about if you can help it, let alone try to talk to."

[imeanforever]

"She didn't ask me not to talk about her. She wasn't very chatty while she was waiting for me to figure out the gate and sitting in my tree the entire time, but she never told me not to talk to her either."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Okay... uh. What are you doing in the Downside library?"

[imeanforever]

"Talking to you, so far. It was the biggest most obvious building. And it's a library. I'm collecting information about this place. So I know what I think of letting her have access to another mortal world to collect from."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"I mean... if the other option was not existing, most people I know would prefer what they've got," she says.

[imeanforever]

"Okay, so that's good to know. I might also go back to her with suggestions, apparently it's been a long time since the place has been updated and I'm meddlesome, but at least it's better than that unfortunate dying thing mortals do without afterlives to go to."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"I can think of plenty of suggestions," she snorts. "Not sure how likely she is to listen to any of them."

[imeanforever]

"Well, you might as well tell me, mightn't you?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Okay. Let's start with: disband the judges and torturers and rescind their special powers, double the minimum starting residence size... that'd go a long way by itself."

[imeanforever]

"The judges and the who."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"The torturers. Did she not mention those? She must have at least heard of them, because she's where all the special powers come from..."

[imeanforever]

"She did not mention them. Or judges, either, but that term is less immediately alarming."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Honestly, of the two, the judges piss me off more. I have friends who are torturers."

[imeanforever]

More's the pity for her choice of friends, but: "Right, what exactly is the story here?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"How much do you already know?"

[imeanforever]

"Nothing about either of the listed job descriptions. This is an afterlife, she runs its underlying structure, my world doesn't need it because fairies are immortal, we're attached to a known mortal world though and she wants to check to see if she already gets its dead mortals."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Okay. Well, it goes like this: somebody dies, and they get stored unconscious in the middle of a room until a judge decides to come look at them and wake them up. The judge reviews the entire history of their life, and if they were practically perfect they get to go Upside, and if they weren't they go Downside, and if the judge doesn't like them they go Downside and get assigned a sentence of some number of hours of torture, the record is twelve. And torturers can't easily quit - judges virtually never bother assigning sentences to anybody who's already sorted, because they'd have to notice and care that you were doing something, but if a torturer stops doing their job the judges will keep sentencing them until they reconsider. There is a loophole to make this whole system less completely shitty: a sentence has to be served by somebody, but it doesn't have to be by the person it was originally for; anyone else can decide to take it for them, and it counts as long as the substitute sincerely means to be a substitute. I'm one of the people who does that. We're called contractors."

[imeanforever]

"Everything about that is astonishingly horrible."

[lookingforwardtoit]

Shrug. "Yeah."

[imeanforever]

"What other things here are astonishingly horrible?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Eh, plenty, but most of the rest is just what happens when you have an enormous population of people who can't die and whose single unifying characteristic is that they weren't nice enough to get put in with the nice people, all thrown together with no oversight at all. People who want to be shitty to each other are going to find ways. And there's the special powers I mentioned - judges can read your entire life history at a glance; torturers can establish a connection with one person at a time that lets them move that person around like a puppet - but getting rid of those kind of comes with getting rid of the relevant professions."