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cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
cancrymods) wrote in 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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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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[She holds up what appears to be an actual list scribbled on a napkin. The entries on it range from things like 'visit library' to 'arson' to 'spiritual guidance????']
I'm testing Purgatory by doing different things and seeing how it reacts! Hopefully, I'll find something that can lead to further study, and answers.
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[Pariah opens her mouth. Then closes it.]
[She really shouldn't be tempted, but also...]
...only if it doesn't hurt any of the sleeping people.
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Of course not! [Wow, that's surprisingly moral of you-] That's a completely different variable, testing them both at once could throw off the entire experiment! [Aaaand there it is.]
I was thinking of breaking a window. Some of these buildings don't seem to be inhabited, but they're still completely intact, even if the architecture is kind of weird? So it should work as a test, I think.
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[For some reason breaking a window seems...incredibly reckless, but she can't think of any reason why. You just board it up and clean the pieces, and no one is going to be inside anyway. So she nods with a small frown.]
Okay. I guess we need to find a rock or something, then.
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[Apparently she's just been carrying that around until she got to the property damage part of the list.] That tall one over there looks pretty empty, think you can hit the glass on the sliding doors? They don't even open, I checked.
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Okay, then.
[She sizes up the window, hefts the rock a few times, then winds up to throw the rock as had as she can square into the center of the window.]