introductions

[cancrymods]

It comes to you suddenly, at the end of an unravelling thread of thought. A sudden, piercing sense of wrongness stops you in your tracks and sends you tumbling through rapidfire questions that you realize you have no answer for. How long have you been here? How long have you been doing the same things, over and over, blindly going through the motions of a routine? Just who are you, anyway?

Questions beget more questions and answers prove illusive until you arrive at the only things you know for certain: the first is that this place is Purgatory.

The second is that you're here because you're dead.

Oddly, this doesn't feel like a surprise of any sort. You don't remember how or why it happened, but it did and that's that. It feels rather as though you've been slapped awake and everything around you has come into sharp focus. You're in Limbo, where you've been wandering since you arrived here in Purgatory alongside all the other mindless souls who are acting out what little they remember of their original lives.

Still lingering is that horrible sense of something being terribly wrong. It hasn't dissipated with your realization of the truth – if anything, it's intensified. There's no way to tell what it is, but there's something going on here.

Maybe you should investigate – or at least see if there's anyone else here who's had the same realization as you...

[ OOC: Welcome to the very first log of Can Cry! For the first few hours, Executors will be free to explore and mingle among themselves. Mod replies will come in a few hours. If you're planning to investigate, please indicate that you're doing so in the subject line as your comment. ]

Comments

[emberserker]

Ugh... We can search, we just shouldn't get so caught up in searching everything that we don't notice the important things.

[daughterofthemark]

Of course not! We must be attentive.

[She was definitely going to get caught up in searching and miss important things.]

[emberserker]

Good. Well, then, tell me what you've seen so far.

[daughterofthemark]

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We are in a town, and there are others here!

[emberserker]

Yes. Yes, we are. Anything useful.

[daughterofthemark]

...I've not learned much yet.

It does seem we are not the only ones in this situation, so perhaps we could pool our knowledge.

[emberserker]

As useless as that sounds, it is probably better to find whatever awake people there might be running around.

[daughterofthemark]

Would not everyone who is running around be awake?

[save her]

[emberserker]

Think for a second before you speak! You know most of these people are only half paying attention!

[daughterofthemark]

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Oh! You're referring to how only a few of us seem aware of our status. My apologies.

[emberserker]

Yes. You look older than I, but you act as if you were born this morning.

[daughterofthemark]

...do you suppose I was?

[emberserker]

Obviously not, we're dead.

[daughterofthemark]

I suppose not. But... perhaps I was "born" into death this morning.

[Killed. That's called being killed.]

[emberserker]

I just realized what's going on myself, so that isn't an excuse, I wouldn't say.