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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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[She's dead. That's the first thing she's fully aware of, certain of, when everything suddenly snaps into crystal clear focus. But something nags at the back of her mind, and so La Luna wanders - she may still seem like one of the Spectres, with how eerily calm she is.

Except when she walks into the store, her attempts to speak to the clerks are in vain - they don't seem to know what she's talking about, instead only mentioning deals or offers going on. So she sighs, stepping back and glancing over at anyone who may have wandered nearby - anyone who, at least, seems a bit more aware.]

Have you had any luck talking to the people here?

[Sure, they're dead, but there must be more of them that are... well, awake. Right?]

I have! Some of them are quite interesting, even if they seem unaware of their surroundings.

[Royal Veil's ideas of "any luck" and "interesting" may not be the same as everyone else's.]

[Well it's still something!]

Do they all seem unaware? So they're not like us?

I've found a few people who were more like we are, but most seem unaware, yes.

I wonder what makes us different, then.

[Nothing seemed to happen when they woke up, so she can't see any triggers either!]

I was just wandering around the street when I came to, so it wasn't like I was doing anything that should wake me up.

[ There doesn't seem to be anything amiss in the conbini... but she will find an intensely cursed bag of "flavourless chewing gum flavour" chips. Open and consume them if you dare. ]

[Why does this exist- I mean YOU BET SHE DARES.

Which is why she's immediately opening that up and popping one of the chips into her mouth - she will most certainly regret this.]

[ It tastes exactly as advertised.

Enjoy! ]

Alas, they all seem to still be asleep.

[It's the best euphemism he can think of, that the wandering masses are asleep, and he and this girl are now awake.]

They seem to get mildly agitated at the very worst if you insist on sounding rather insane at them, otherwise... [He sweeps an arm. Otherwise they're just this, going about their un-lives in blissful ignorance.]

[Asleep... That really is the best way to put it. It did basically feel like she was shocked awake, as if someone dumped icy water on her.]

So there's only a few of us... [But why them? What triggered it? All questions that seem to have no answers at the moment, no matter how she tries to wrack her brain over it.]

So I guess gathering information from them might not work. [She plants her hands on her hips, brow furrowing for a moment before glancing up at the man.]

... Though, do you actually remember anything?

At least so far. It could be that this is something of a process, that the rest will awaken in time.

I...hrm. I suppose I don't recall a thing. Nothing specific, at least. We may be just as useless for information as our sleepy compatriots.

I can't remember anything either. All I know is that I'm dead.

[Something about that nags the back of her mind, but it's gone as quickly as it came.]

So I guess you're right. The only difference between us and them is we're just more aware... I wish I at least knew my name, but I don't even have any identification on me.

[There is that tattoo on her back, but doesn't help even slightly either!]

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.

[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.

[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.

[Hope has been strangely drawn to this building, and has spent a good amount of time exploring it. Now that he's cognizant, he realizes how off everything is in here.

When La Luna approaches him and asks her question, he can only shrug.] I haven't tried talking to anyone. Seeing what's on sale is more interesting. [To prove his point, he holds up a pack of cookies masquerading as trading cards, claiming to taste just like the people on the cookie-card. The names are unintelligible, but nobody wants to taste a sweaty athlete, right? He just shakes his head.] Everything's so weird, though. Why would anyone buy this stuff?

[The food on offer is rather... interesting?? That's a nice way to put it. Especially after the chips she tried earlier.

La Luna takes a look at the pack of cookies he holds up, lips slanting in a faint sign of disgust - she does not want to even think of how that would taste.]

People with adventurous tastes, maybe? [Now she shares her own find, a bag of chips with the flavour of "flavourless chewing gum" - which has been opened. Yes, she did try it and yes she does regret it.]

Though I'm not sure if you can even buy it. I tried to pay for this but the people at the counter didn't seem to care.

Or for those who want extra salt with their sweet? [If... the cookies still had a semblance of sweet in them, anyway. He furrows his brow at the bag of chips. That have been opened.] You actually tried those? There's no way I'm trying these. [He puts the package back on the shelf. He's not as brave as La Luna.]

What did you offer to pay with? [He puts his hands in his pockets, and he doesn't have anything he could use. Does Limbo have an economy?]

[Cue her own brows furrowing even moreso in response to that - sweet sweat, no thanks! Considering how unemotive she seemed to be, this really is the most emotion she's shown so far... But ah yes, the chips.]

I was curious if they were as bad as they sound. And they are. [That's all she'll say about that matter.]

I offered to do some work to make up for the costs, but they just brushed me off. Said something about this being a popular flavor, before trailing off onto something else. [Though does this mean they can just... take stuff? Where does their stock come from and how do they pay for it? Her head is starting to hurt...]

[How can flavorless gum chips have any flavor whatsoever? ...How can flavorless gum chips have any flavor that is popular?? Now it's Hope's turn to show the most emotion he has this entire time, by stifling a laugh.] Ahaha...hmm.

[He looks around to compose himself.] Even if you did ask to help out here, the store looks like it's kept pretty clean and well-stocked, so I don't know what you could do. Have you seen any other Spectres in here? I'm not sure that I have...

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