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"Can Cry" Mod Account ([personal profile] cancrymods) wrote in [community profile] 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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schardynfreude: (cast weight to feet)

[personal profile] schardynfreude 2020-08-04 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite the same. [He spreads his arms, billowing pleated sleeves dangling.] Not a shred of identity to be had, though we were both clearly someone before. The trousers seem a bit questionable, but... And yet what bothers me more is...a sense. A--do you feel it? That something is wrong. Something beyond all this.
crisantemo: (you can feel it too)

[personal profile] crisantemo 2020-08-06 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once he spreads his arms, she just... stares at him for a moment. Narrowing her eyes as she critically something that needs addressing right this moment - .]

At least you know you had a very... imaginative fashion sense. [It's... something??

But right, that odd feeling is also a pressing matter.]


Though yes, I feel it too. It's...unsettling, I don't have any idea what it could be.
schardynfreude: (so wash it all away)

[personal profile] schardynfreude 2020-08-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[It could be worse! Hoo boy it can and will eventually get worse. He can only shrug in defense. It's what seemed right, apparently!]

It could simply be that we are not meant to be aware. Or we are only noticing it because we are aware, which is why no one else seems to care. A trivial quibble, perhaps. We are aware, and we do notice it. Perhaps exploration may uncover a source.