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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...
[ 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. ]
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[Not that the person she just grabbed has any idea of anything else. A redhead with a hint of a German accent and a scowl -- that's about all that stands out thus far. She pulls her arm back to try and shake it out of Medic's grip.]
You aren't the only one who wants to know. Something feels more than out of sorts.
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Yes, I feel that too. Something just isn't right. [She pauses a moment, looking thoughtful.] I think this is the part where I should introduce myself, but I don't know my name. Hello, anyway!
Do you want to help me shake down random passerby until they tell us things?
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[She says, despite having been doing just that.]
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Based on what we've learned thus far in the last five seconds, I hypothesize one of two outcomes: either they'll know something, or they won't.
[Yes that's... that's sort of obvious, Medic.]
If they do tell us new information, then we'll have learned something! If they don't, we can try to look for patterns in the knowledge we all don't have. For example, we can both still speak and walk, even though those are learned skills, so we must retain that knowledge! [A beat, and then:] Also, I apparently retain the knowledge that things like speaking and walking are learned skills!
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The only consistent rule I can find is that I don't remember anything about me.
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...Although- [She pauses, frowning.] -that doesn't explain why there's so many humans here, relative to people who seem to be from other species. Do we just have a much bigger population size? Do we die more often? Both?
[She shakes her head.] I can make a lot of guesses, but I really need more data.
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How do we know?
[She looks almost serious, for all her giddy excitement.]
We don't know our own names, or what happened to us, or anything about our lives. But we both know that we died, and that something is very, very wrong. And that whatever it is, being dead isn't it.
So what's telling us that? Was it something we knew once, that was too important to forget completely? I don't think we can find the answer until we know how we know.
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Mostly things we already learned once, but probably also new things.
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[She has priorities. Are they good priorities? They're priorities.]
At least figuring this out gives us something to do.
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Why all the people, anyway? I thought Purgatory wasn't supposed to be permanent.
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"Not forever" could still mean "millions of years", after all!
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