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. ]

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[daughterofthemark]

Though I suppose I know little about myself as well.

[phantasmagorial]

Do you remember much of anything? I've never met anyone else this has happened to before, so I'm not sure what's normal to expect and what's strange. ... then again, this entire situation is strange...

[daughterofthemark]

I seem to have some knowledge of various things. Like some principles of business, or how to play a game called chess. But nothing about myself, no. Not even my name.

[phantasmagorial]

I see... then, that lines up with what I remembered as well. Though in my case, I seem to have remembered my name, too...

[daughterofthemark]

Do you suppose I could simply not have one?

[...no, that probably isn't it.]

[phantasmagorial]

Surely you must have? Even if it was just something you called yourself in your own head?

[daughterofthemark]

...no, you're quite right. That was a foolish question.