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

[emberserker]

[Wolfsbane seethes. She stalks through the streets, glaring at Spectres until they move out of the way. All the while, she's looking for anyone who looks similarly upset or just disoriented. If she spots you, she'll storm up to you.]

What is the meaning of this?

[beknights]

[ The person Wolfsbane abruptly invades the personal space of is six feet tall and distinctly inhuman, but they make no move to stop her from getting right in there. In fact, it's the opposite; they practically freeze up, staring down at her with clear confusion.

After a moment, they shake their head in the universal sign of I don't know. ]

[emberserker]

[She stares up at them, looking utterly baffled for a second, before she turns away and crosses her arms.]

Well, if you don't know, somebody must. Don't you think something isn't right here?

[beknights]

[ ...They...nod? Much less certainly than they did a moment before. Everything feels so odd that they wouldn't know what was right or not.

But she's already turned away, so they're not certain if she saw their answer. But they can hardly do anything about it if she didn't see them, other than repeat it.

This results in a kind of uncertain head bobbling motion, the equivalent of repeating themselves. They're......trying. ]

[emberserker]

[She looks over and raises her eyebrows, then sighs.]

You're the same, then? Awake all of a sudden.

[daughterofthemark]

I'm not certain! Perhaps we should investigate.

[Arianna is immune to angry people.]

[emberserker]

And how would you propose we do that? It might take scouring the entire city just to get the slightest sense of what's wrong. Though even that's better than nothing.

[daughterofthemark]

Then we must begin right away, in order to finish promptly!

[She has no idea how long she even expects this to take.......]

[emberserker]

Come now. It's far more strategic to at least find something suspicious first and follow that.

[pioailurophobia]

[Kingslayer drops the Spectre that she had just been "interrogating" (more like yelling at while barely keeping their panic under control) and whirls on Wolfsbane, prepared for a fight. Thankfully, it seems like they've just found a comrade.]

HELL IF I KNOW! I just woke up and none of these assholes are coherent enough to answer any of my questions!

[emberserker]

Don't be so loud!

[Says the person who is also shouting.]

They don't seem worth much attention to me either. But something's wrong around here, and somebody must have been awake long enough to know what it is.

[pioailurophobia]

[The knight crosses their arms, and Wolfsbane can practically see their brows furrowing from behind their helmet.]

You've got a point.

There aren't many options here but to work together, are there?

[emberserker]

It's better than nothing, not that that counts for much. There must be more people in here who have some manner of awareness.

[alcahest]

[ the doll-like young woman isn't at all alarmed by the sudden hostility, her face calm and only marred very slightly by a mild sort of confusion. the meaning...? ]

... Of death?

[emberserker]

No, have you got the brains of a suitcase? Something isn't right here, can't you feel it?

[alcahest]

[ th... the brains of a suitcase... honestly, she doesn't really feel like she can even defend herself from that. ]

I'm not sure... No one else seems to think so.

[ she can certainly feel something, but she's not sure what it is. she can't understand it. it seems to her like the people going about their lives have the right idea of it. ]

[emberserker]

That's because you've just been talking to those extras. They may as well be drones.

[pride_of_amarcia]

[Pascal was literally just kinda triapsing around, between destinations, when she's approached by this girl. This very angry-loooking girl.]

No clue! I'm trying to find out. I'm also trying not to worry about it too much.



I mean, we're dead. Kaputzski. Gonzorz. We've got time, so rushing stuff too much is just gonna get us in trouble, you know?

[emberserker]

Well, I don't want to spend eternity dealing with whatever this is, even if you don't care.

[pride_of_amarcia]

I didn't say I don't care! I said I'm not worrying about it. Important difference.

I totally wanna know what's going on, because yeah there's definitely SOMETHING wrong with this situation! But I'm not gonna just panic about it, you know? Gotta keep a level head.

[She hasn't stopped smiling for a second as she says all this.]

[emberserker]

Level-headed is a given, airheaded is something entirely different.

[crosscutting]

Wh--how am I supposed to know?!

[Pariah puffs up and glares right back at her, fists balled up at her sides.]

It's not like a pamphlet fell down at my feet or anything!

[emberserker]

Well, it isn't as if I know! So far, everyone I've met who's actually got their wits about them hasn't a clue.

[crosscutting]

So why would you expect me to be different?

Ugh, this is so dumb. Shouldn't there be some kind of clue to what's going on around here?

[emberserker]

Surely. I suppose all we've got to do is look around, if nobody knows anything.