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...

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Comments

[phantasmagorial]

That's right. Until I met all of you, I didn't even know if it was possible for this to happen to other people.

[crisantemo]

[That makes her go quiet - Rei looks so young, so to be alone for... however long sounds very unpleasant TO SAY THE LEAST. ESPECIALLY WITH THESE REVENANTS SHE'S OVERHEARING ABOUT -]

So you were on your own, until we woke up?

[phantasmagorial]

Yes. I tried talking to some of the Specters, but, well... it's not really the same.

[ Her smile's a little sour. ]

[guffawsungraciously]

[sorry, he slipped in and was just absorbing the information in the background because he noticed the muffins and has been going through all the different flavors because something about them calls to him and fuck they're so good. and it's rude to speak with your mouth full, but that just kind of makes him pause as he finishes a bite.]

I must admit, I commend you for retaining your sanity after all that.

[phantasmagorial]

Ah, well... I won't pretend it's not been hard, but I've done what I can.

You can have simple conversations with them... and they'll still move around and act like they're going through their normal, day to day lives. So as long as you have other things to occupy yourself with, you can almost trick yourself into feeling things are normal.

[guffawsungraciously]

...I suppose that is better than nothing at all, but I have to admit, it seems like a rather unpleasant existence.

At least you have proper company now.

[crisantemo]

[Oh... Something in her expression softens, the usual stoniness fading for a moment.]

That must've been hard, I can only imagine what it was like. But you're not alone now... [Pause, and then she glances over at the others for a moment.]

Even though we do seem like an eccentric bunch.

[She can say this because she's including herself okay!!]

[phantasmagorial]

Mm. You can definitely say that again.

[ But then she gives a tiny smile. ]

It's nice, though. Things are usually so quiet, here... hearing it so noisy for once really does make a difference.