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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...
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Relic
She was helping another spectre carry a couch when she woke up. She froze for several seconds, much to the annoyance of the other spectre, as a sort of feeling of being awake after an eternity of sleep slapped her in the face. She was dead.
That felt okay though. She didn't mind being dead, and this couch still needed to get moved. The Relic kept on helping the "family" (if such a concept meant anything to the souls of the dead) load their stuff up into a van, because it just felt like the right thing to do. She was keeping an eye out for anyone else who looked like they were a bit more alert than the perpetually confused spectres, though.
When they were finally done, the Relic put her hands on her hips and stared out at the bizarre city surrounding her as if she was seeing it for the first time. Then she picked a random direction and started walking.
First step: get a good idea of where she was. Figure out who to blame for this.
Second step: get angry.]
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But that's not the point. Blame isn't the point, nor anger--anger will come later, though he doesn't know it yet. No, now is just being aware and alert to the fact that perhaps he isn't the only one to snap out of some stupor of nonsense routine.
He's pretty obvious to spot, given the way he has apparently scampered up a lightpost to get a better vantage point.]
Hello down there! [If there's a Reaction, then it must be someone else who's woken up.] You seem a bit lost.
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Hello up there!
[She stopped walking to look up at this guy. What was he doing up there? He seemed a bit more awake than the others, so maybe he was in the same boat as she was.]
I don't know where I am, no. I also don't know where I should be, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.
Are you lost?
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I suppose one is never truly lost if one didn't know where they were going in the first place, yes? I can't say I know where Purgatory is, but under the circumstances, I'm not sure where is quite the right way of thinking about it.
[He shields his eyes with a hand, taking another sweeping look about the streets, such as they are.]
I can scarcely make heads or tails of this place, if it's a place at all. It's very peculiar.
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Why don't you come down here before I get a crick in my neck?
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[He shimmies back down the pole, and the stray thought wanders in that if he's already dead, surely simply leaping down wouldn't do any harm when there's no harm to be done--
No, he reaches the ground safely without making any daring leaps, and he runs a hand through unruly hair only for it all to fall back right where it was.]
Strange how we didn't realize the strangeness of this little city before. Have you only just recently become aware yourself?
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Which would be a REALLY boring way to spend eternity.
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But SOMEONE's gotta look after them. Look at them, they can barely think on their own!
Re: Relic
Like, after a bit, Relic.]
Oh, hey there! You seem kinda... Like you're paying attention? Maybe?
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[But she wasn't. She knew that, deep down.
The dead don't wake up.]
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It's all... Loopy and kinda twisty and like the laws of time and space don't quite fit in right, yanno?
Makes a girl wonder how to find anything!
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[... And a gloved hand starts moving to poke Relic's arm.
Yes she did just take the poking-at-things literally.]
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Please don't.
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And we can talk and stuff, so not zombies! That's also good, right?
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It still begs the question: Now what?
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Something minutes ago? It's kinda hard to keep track of time here.
Guess we could just pick a direction and go?
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[She points.]
I came from that way. And you came from that way. So then how about
[Pointing again.]
That way?
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Sounds like a good plan to me! Let's go!
... Though, if we're dead, we're not ghosts, and we're not zombies, what does that leave?
I'm not sure I could pull off the vampire look...