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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

[crisantemo]

[When La Luna sees them, she's struck with... something. There's something at the back of her mind that stirs for a moment, before fading just as quickly. But that does little to deter her approach, stopping in front of them - voice as soft and gentle as always.]

I know somewhere that's quieter. I can show you, if you want.

[They're so clearly scared, that it doesn't sit well with her to just... leave them like this. And if they're like her, the nagging feeling of general wrong probably wouldn't be making it any better.]

[beknights]

[ The sound of her voice is comforting, even if it is a stranger's. To someone intensely sensitive to vibrations, it's a contrast from the solid wall of sound that is the unstoppable shudder of a neverending crowd.

They nod, quickly, the tension in their shoulders loosening somewhat. They only sign one word, quick, hesitant, furtive. ]

«Please.»

[crisantemo]

[Seeing some of the tension leave them is a relief, her expression softening somewhat. The signing gets a blink, though understanding still clicks, so she turns on her heel and motions them to follow.]

This way, it's not far.

[It's a bit of a winding path, but it leads away from the crowd and noise - La Luna keeping a steady pace, though not going too far ahead. Soon coming to a stop in front of a row a stores, all small and quiet and with the only people around being the store clerks. Now she turns to face Seal, once more quietly looking over them.]

Is this better?