Zoe Blecher (
doofyissues) wrote in
cancry2020-08-12 10:46 am
Night Patrol
Iris wakes up on the train.
Being dead and having total amnesia is a lot of nothing to process, so she stays on the train for a while. The prospect of getting off at the first stop and just exploring at random is daunting, so she stays on the train as it makes a full revolution around Limbo. When it's clear that the train isn't stopping anywhere else, she gathers her courage, and steps out into the station.
Rather than seeking out any specific services or businesses, Iris's first instinct is to just wander the streets. She doesn't know why that feels right, nor does she know what she's looking for, but quietly going down random streets and alleyways feels more comfortable than barging in somewhere to ask big existential questions to complete strangers. There's just too much she doesn't know - why is she here? Are these other people also dead? Is there something she's supposed to be doing?
None of the answers are revealing themselves from just walking around the city at random, but there's something just a little bit comforting about it. Moving feels better than staying still, and if she needs to be doing something else, hopefully it will make itself apparent soon. Until then, Iris wanders, sometimes stopping to look at the few people who immediately stand out from the crowds - Executors, she would eventually learn - but never approaching them directly. She'll work up to that.
Eventually.
Being dead and having total amnesia is a lot of nothing to process, so she stays on the train for a while. The prospect of getting off at the first stop and just exploring at random is daunting, so she stays on the train as it makes a full revolution around Limbo. When it's clear that the train isn't stopping anywhere else, she gathers her courage, and steps out into the station.
Rather than seeking out any specific services or businesses, Iris's first instinct is to just wander the streets. She doesn't know why that feels right, nor does she know what she's looking for, but quietly going down random streets and alleyways feels more comfortable than barging in somewhere to ask big existential questions to complete strangers. There's just too much she doesn't know - why is she here? Are these other people also dead? Is there something she's supposed to be doing?
None of the answers are revealing themselves from just walking around the city at random, but there's something just a little bit comforting about it. Moving feels better than staying still, and if she needs to be doing something else, hopefully it will make itself apparent soon. Until then, Iris wanders, sometimes stopping to look at the few people who immediately stand out from the crowds - Executors, she would eventually learn - but never approaching them directly. She'll work up to that.
Eventually.

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[Did everyone get pamphlets? Was there a pamphlet she was supposed to get on the train?]
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[She KNEW IT]
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A city...? [A pretty weird one at that.]
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...Do I have to fight...?
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Something called "the Cogs of Renewal" lies far below, but they're in a state of disrepair, and no one can move on. Which, of course, means more stalled, frustrated lost souls, and more Revenants.
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[Iris clutches the bottom of her shirt uncomfortably.]
I don't know if I can do... something like that...
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[She hasn't looked in a mirror since she woke up.]
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Wait, is this what her title means?]
...I don't know where that came from...
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[She turns to display a pink mark on her upper arm.]
Perhaps you already had it, though I wouldn't know why.
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[Must be something from the past. Yet another unanswered question.]
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Still... thanks for letting me know. I at least have an idea of what I'm here for now...
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