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

[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. »

[alcahest]

[ speaking of the others!! one of them has still been wandering aimlessly around the town while all of this went down, but it's hard not to notice how noisy it's gotten by the fountain all of a sudden. she makes her way over there with the same serene, dazed pace she's been going about everything else. ]

Is something... happening?

[phantasmagorial]

There's so many of you... I really don't understand how this is happening.

[ Rei huffs out a shaky sigh. ]

Do you at least know who else has um– I suppose we could say you've 'woken up'?

[mementomoritz]

So far, I've counted exactly eleven of us, including me, but there's no reason there couldn't be more! [Yes, she's been keeping track. ...Actually, judging by the napkin with scribbly handwriting she's holding up, she's been writing it down.]

[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!

[daughterofthemark]

To protect us from what?

[Curiosity level: 10/10
Concern about there being something they need to be protected from level: 0/10]

[crypddyd]

That tall gentleman and myself were investigating the fountain together- after becoming aware of... ourselves? I can't say for his motives, but I was hoping to find some kind of clue. I didn't realize it was meant to protect us... I'm sorry.

[schardynfreude]

Honestly, I just wanted to see if we could fix the fountain at that point. There was a bit of a mystery around it. Certainly we didn't intend to open up a passageway.

Though, you may call me by name rather than merely an epithet. Terribly rude of me not to introduce my...self... [His brows furrow, mouth opening and closing a few times.]

...Oh dear.

[crypddyd]

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