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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

[iserveeverybody]

[Having someone to blame for a strange situation always made her feel a bit better, whether or not it made sense.]

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?

[schardynfreude]

[He likes to feel tall!]

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.

[iserveeverybody]

Peculiar is right.

Why don't you come down here before I get a crick in my neck?

[schardynfreude]

Oh, yes, my apologies.

[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?

[iserveeverybody]

That's right. I was starting to think I was the only person around here who could actually think.

Which would be a REALLY boring way to spend eternity.

[schardynfreude]

It seems to me that it's only boring from the outside. They seem...we seemed to be content enough. But you aren't wrong.

[iserveeverybody]

Heh. You're not wrong.

But SOMEONE's gotta look after them. Look at them, they can barely think on their own!