@Honeybee_

Heya

At birth, everyone has the date they will die written on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday.

Alrighty! Template or dive in?

Woo! Well, we can dive in, but do you want to be the person in the idea or am I them? Also, gxg, bxb, gxb?

Maybe it could be a gxg cuz maybe friendship and then relationship?

(give me a sec for my mom to fall asleep and then I'll be back)

(Weird flex but ok ;D)

Flex? Why's that a flex?

(Idk, I’m tipsy on water I’m drinking from a wine glass)

(lmao alright)

but do you want to be the person in the idea or am I them?

You can be them. You’ll probably have a much more easier time thinking of ideas than me tbh.

If you could do the honors of starting us off that’d be cool too

Georgia woke that morning.
It was a reasonably cold morning, so her first move was to wrap herself tighter in her duvet. She then looked over at the electric clock, first registering the time. 8 am. Then the date– without taking note of the strange feeling accompanying this specific day. 26th of July 2019.

(Should we do a thing where they have the same death date? Or should my character already know she’s immortal cuz it runs through her family or something? Maybe immorality is like a “rich” thing in the future universe?)

(Oh were you thinking immorality?)

(I was thinking something more realistic, but either works)

(May I hear your idea? I would much rather a realistic version)

~

(Agh sorry!)
Well by now, stupid me, I've forgotten the details. But the basis of the idea was that, since all deathdates are registered, all deaths are engineered by the government.
And for some reason, our girls' deaths weren't executed— as if they didn't exist.

So as if they’re invisible to the government? Why am I thinking road trip?

I'm not 100% sure of what it would mean.
Obviously, they don't understand why they're in this situation. So, someone must have either messed with their minds or done this to them

Alright. So they’d have the same death date. Would they know each other previously

Yes? Might make it a little easier

(Alright! So I shall respond soon!)

(do you want to start us off or am I?)

(You can I suppose, but I thought you already did?)

(Oh yeah I forgot ^^')

Georgia woke that morning.
It was a reasonably cold morning, so her first move was to wrap herself tighter in her duvet. She then looked over at the electric clock, first registering the time. 8 am. Then the date– without taking note of the strange feeling accompanying this specific day. 26th of July 2019.

Natalia wasn't expecting to wake up that morning, but when her eyes began to flutter open to the sun shining down on her body and night-clothes, the first thing coming to her mind being;

"Why the hell am I still alive?"

She rolled over, being slightly cautious as to not hurt anything, and grabbed her phone, beginning to text Georgia.

It was only as Georgia got downstairs and looked out the window that it hit her: she was alive.
She almost collapsed, grabbing onto the counter for support. Why was she alive? The night before she supposed she'd die in her sleep and yet… here she was. What was happening?

«Hey. Um, weren’t we supposed to die last night?»

She sent the message, not really wanting to get out of bed until she knew the full extent of the situation. Was she bleeding internally? Was there a knife in her bed she was supposed to roll over on and she hadn’t yet?

She rolled her eyes. “Screw it. I’m getting up” she muttered to herself, pushing herself up off the bed before sitting back down, the lightheadedness making everything black. Now she realized she was hyperventilating.

Great.