introductions

[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

[mementomoritz]

[Her eyes widen even further.] That's fascinating. [Do you see this? This is the face of pure scientific joy.]

[Using the hand that isn't holding on to her unfortunate fellow deceased, she gestures excitedly as she speaks.] So now we know that neither of us can remember our names, but we do still retain some information about our preferences! I don't remember what any individual flavor of soda tastes like, but I do remember what soda is, and that it does come in multiple flavors, and that opens up all kinds of new avenues to explore! Why do you remember this specific preference, and I don't? Is it because blueberry soda was especially significant to you at some point in time? Maybe I just didn't have strong feelings on soda one way or the other? Is there metaphysical significance to blueberries?

We have absolutely no way to know! [She didn't even stop to breathe the whole time she was talking...]

[Then again, maybe being dead helps with that.]

[seasharp]

[Very carefully:] ...You got all that from blueberry soda?

[mementomoritz]

Yes. [She blinks, looking confused.] Why, did I miss something?

[seasharp]

Ah, no... It's more like you're way ahead of me! Talk about a mile a minute.

[mementomoritz]

[Medic smiles, looking flattered.] Aw, thanks! I guess I get kind of excited about stuff. [At least that's one more new thing she knows about herself.]

But most of what I'm doing right now is guessing- I just don't have enough facts yet to do more than come up with theories.

[seasharp]

I'd never have known. You have that air of like... knowing what you're talking about, I guess!

Sorry for the gif, I couldn't resist.

[mementomoritz]

Maybe it's the smile? [She playfully puts her index fingers on either side of her own mouth and tugs at the corners in order to illustrate her usual cheery grin.] I hear a confident attitude is important!

...I don't remember where I heard it, though.

bless.....

[seasharp]

[Okay, that smile gets her to laugh a little.]

It definitely sounds right, though. Confidence and a smile, hm~? [she can work with that] I'll have to remember that. Or maybe I knew, but I forgot?