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[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

[alcahest]

I... don't know.

[ unlike the others, she doesn't seem as confident. she wavers, hesitates. does everyone else have something they want...? something they feel like they have to do? she doesn't have that. it feels like maybe it was a mistake that she "woke up" at all. but she is awake now, and she can't go back to that. if she has to make a choice, then— ]

I don't know... but I don't want to stay behind and leave everyone else to face it. So...

[ the nod she gives is slow and uncertain — and then she nods again, resolute. ]

[schardynfreude]

You shouldn't feel obligated or pressured if you aren't comfortable with the idea of it all. Though it seems that you would otherwise be stuck up here with these other sleepy souls. It hardly seems like a life--if you'll forgive the term.

[alcahest]

[ she nods peacefully. ]

It's alright. I don't feel uncomfortable.

[ with this, specifically, she means – but given her responses and demeanour thus far, there's certainly an implication that the reason is because she doesn't feel, period. at least, not strongly enough that she'd be pressured by the feelings of others. she just doesn't know what to do with herself, given options and told to choose. ]

I could stay. But I think... it would be lonely. [ she closes her eyes a moment and struggles to continue converting her vague thoughts into feelings: ] And... I wouldn't like it if people got hurt. I don't... want that.

[schardynfreude]

[He smiles gently.] That's very kind of you, my dear.

[alcahest]

[ ?????? ]

Is it?

[schardynfreude]

Not wanting to see people hurt? Quite so. Not everyone would care if put in such a position.

[alcahest]

Oh... [ she's nodding along with what he says, as if this is news to her. ] I don't really understand it myself. But if it's kindness, then I'm glad. That's... good.