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cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
cancrymods) wrote in cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
introductions
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...
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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. ]
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They grip the edge of the wall they're sitting on and turn to face her a little more, staring at her with a questioning sort of air. What is it?, they seem to be saying. ]
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What--are you alive?
[--wait, shoot.] I-I mean--crap. Are you a person?
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But a question needs an answer. So, after a long pause, they nod. They're certainly...someone, at any rate. ]
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...
I don't think I've met anything like you before.
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They shift to free their arm, so they can sign. The motions are a bit unsteady, a little unsure, like they're not sure if this is the right thing to say. ]
« I have not either.
You are all very strange to me. »
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Maybe you were...kept secret somewhere? I guess it doesn't matter now.
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« Maybe.
I do not remember. »
[ They can't say 'it's not important' because it feels like that's the wrong thing to ascribe it. It is important. But it's vanished, like their life, like many things that seem to have been important. ]
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[She frowns a little and cants her head to the side a bit, looking them over.]
...you're not cold or anything?
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For a long moment, they contemplate the question, and then shake their head. No, they're not cold. It doesn't bother them.
They tilt their head like Pariah does, but on the opposite side from her. Now they're both headtilting at each other.
Their hand forms two words, carefully, as clearly as possible. ]
« Are
you? »
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[And she's super not sure if that should be embarrassing or not.]