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

[phantasmagorial]

N–no, you can't...

[ She sounds thoroughly exhausted, and she has to lean a little on Pariah to climb back to her feet. ]

I'm.... I'm fine, but I don't understand– how did all of you...? W–why were you down there?!

[pioailurophobia]

Because we woke up in a bizarre afterlife with no memory of who we are and only the knowledge that we're dead. What were we supposed to do, NOT investigate the weird stuff and go down the hell stairs?

[schardynfreude]

[There's So Much happening, but if Pariah's got the girl, then he's going for Lion, kneeling by his head to prop his upper body into his lap.] You took a nasty blow there. Are you all right? I don't...know if this place has anything like a hospital.

[He also doesn't know if they can die after already being dead? Hm. He gives a hard look over at the armored one. Gods, do they ever calm down?] He and I were attempting to fix the fountain. And then the stairwell opened up. I think you'll find a number of us are not the mindless souls wandering about up here if you're familiar with the area.

So yes. We found the sword. Which, [addressed to Kingslayer] I very much doubt belongs to you.

[crypddyd]

[He's a little dazed at being propped up a little and blushes from embarrassment]

Don't fret too much- if this is anything to go by-

[He gestures to his eyepatch]

-I must be used to this type of damage... or was used to?

[mementomoritz]

[There's a muffled noise, somewhere off in the distance, rapidly getting louder. Is that the sound of... footsteps?]

Did somebody say there were injuries?! [Medic sprints into the square, skids to a halt, catches herself on the edge of the fountain to keep from falling over, and shouts out her question all in one breath. She doesn't even pause.] Hello yes hi, where's the patient, please show me immediately.

[I'm so fucking sorry about her.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Royal Veil arrives shortly after from the same direction, cheerful as always.]

Good evening.

[Is it evening? Who even knows.]

[crypddyd]

ALl this fuss over me. I'm fine, I promise!

[There's a little glitter on his lips still, but it's fine]

[mementomoritz]

[Wrong thing to say, Medic is now immediately leaning over him to examine the potential injuries.]

Ooh, are you bleeding glitter? That's fascinating! Can I have a sample? Also, please rate your pain on a scale of one to five, five being the worst.

[crypddyd]

This sparkly stuff? Yes, I coughed it up... though I would rather not cough up more. And hm... a 3?

[daughterofthemark]

It's pretty! Did you eat something special to achieve that effect?

[sigh.]

[crypddyd]

I had some fried corn?

[He means popcorn]

[daughterofthemark]

Truly, the corn of the dead is amazing.

[Apparently she's just... like this.]

[schardynfreude]

Please, don't crowd him. [Ladies please??]

[daughterofthemark]

Ah! My apologies.

[She backs away.

Slightly.]

[mementomoritz]

[Medic smiles cheerily and doesn't move.] It's okay, I apparently know first aid. We're all learning a lot today!

[mementomoritz]

[Just pulling out a napkin from the coffee bar, using it to wipe off some of the glitterblood, and stowing it away in her pocket.]

I don't think corn does that, but I don't know a lot of things, so who's to say. [Maybe the afterlife has sparklecorn. She'd accept that.] It definitely looks like bleeding, though!

[Sadly, her general knowledge doesn't include the ability to use her healing powers, but it does include a basic understanding of first aid, which is a pleasant surprise to her as much as anyone else.]

[Looking Lion over with a practiced eye, what's she going to find?]

[crypddyd]

[It looks like nothing is broken- but he probably has a concussion! The drooling sparkles is from him tearing up the inside of his mouth when his head was slammed. His ribs are probably also heavily bruised]

[mementomoritz]

No broken bones or severe bloodloss, that's nice! Also you might have a mild concussion, which is less nice. Avoid bright lights and loud noises, and try not to pass out, just in case. [In case of what? In case. It's probably fine.]

[Looking around thoughtfully.] Ice might help your ribs, do we have ice? ...Also also you have bruised ribs, I probably should have said that part first.

[crosscutting]

[Pariah is still SUPER leery of Medic's entire everything, but she's not trying to cut Lion open so it's...probably fine. YM will probably step in if he needs to, he seems the type. So she just focuses on leading Rei out of the fountain and getting her sitting down--whatever power she was using has obviously exhausted her.]

[It's not until that's done that sue notices another someone that happens to have been here previously as well.]

Wh--did you not get up at all?! [What the HECK, Seal??]

[phantasmagorial]

Just how many of you are there, anyway?!

[ Between getting knocked around by that huge monster and All This, she's having a hell of a day so far. ]

Are you really telling me you all understand what's happened to you?

[daughterofthemark]

I wouldn't say I understand what has happened, but I understand that "something" has happened.

[beknights]

[ At Pariah's words, Seal sort of...peers around the fountain. They've basically just been sitting here the entire time.

Their signing is awkward, a little clumsy. ]

« Too many people. Things happened. Not sure what to do. »

[ So they'd just...frozen up and stayed there, basically. CHOICE PARALYSIS. But this girl is asking about 'how many' WHICH THEY CAN DO. Another hurried flurry of signing, like they're trying to get the information out. ]

« There are others who are awake. Not just us. »

[crypddyd]

[Oh, it's you! He stays laying down cuz Concusion but:]

Oh, Miss! I... should apologize. I was the one who took your sword-key.

[phantasmagorial]

You opened the fountain?

[ She sounds... so exasperated. ]

But why? I closed it up specifically to protect everyone up here!

[crypddyd]

Oh, is that all! I was worried they may be broken.