To say that showing up here had been a shock is putting it lightly.

Ellever had always had mixed feelings about mortality. For one, nothing had ever really hurt her, and some of her... 'cousins' have lived hundreds of years, if not perhaps thousands of years in the case of Dewan. She isn't even the youngest. But none of them were named The Harbinger of the End, the catalyst of the end of the world, with no further useful notes on how she'd cause the end. The end she very much did not want to cause. More than a few times, in notebooks and scribbling on her dry erase boards, Elle had considered that perhaps her death would do it, however that happened. Was that preferable to her unknowingly setting off the end of the world? She had no idea.

And now, staring down at the crate full of colorful costumes, Elle feels empty and numb. She doesn't recall much of her death, and it's eating her up inside. Whatever had happened after, if anything, is a mystery. Reaching up, sending her rainbows-under-clouds earrings wild, Elle scratches her fingernails against her scalp, wispy blonde hair going in all directions. The color she's seeing in front of her eyes is almost jarring. Taking a deep breath, Elle reaches down and pulls up a costume that appears to be a pink princess gown.

"Is this some sort of... joke?" she wonders out loud, voice rough from dis-use. Her gaze is intense as she examines the dress, in futility, for some sort of clue.

Uh. Hi. Has anyone figured out where the SOS came from?

[ If only this were back home, where Elle has access to tracking equipment and leads and important things like that. ]