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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. ]

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[crosscutting]

[She flinches for a moment, not expecting a response, and turns to look at Medic.]

...no, I don't. I don't remember much of anything...well, about myself, at least.

[Is it weird that she can remember what a fountain is, or how buying things should work, but not if she had parents at all?]

[mementomoritz]

[Medic nods, as though this is exactly what she was expecting.] Everyone who "woke up" seems the same way- we all remember how to walk and talk and do basic things, things we must have learned at some point, but not anything personal.

And that we're dead! [Maybe that's a little too cheerful there...] Nothing about how we died, though. I guess that's too personal?

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[...frysquint]

You're pretty happy about all this.

[mementomoritz]

It's pretty exciting! [That... sure is one word for it.] Since I don't know anything, that means I can learn everything. I can't not enjoy a puzzle this big!

[She sighs dreamily.] I just wish I knew where to start... There's so much more to explore here, I can't wait!

[A pause, as she takes in the other girl's expression. Something about her face, she doesn't seem... no, hold on, she'll get this, give her a moment...]

Are you... sad? [She has successfully noticed one (1) emotion in another human being. You're supposed to do something about those, right? She has no idea what, though. Wracking her brain for a few long moments, she eventually comes up with:]

Do you want to talk about it?

[Nailed it.]

[crosscutting]

[Yeah, 'cuz that's not all creepy as heck!!]

No, I'm not sad! I'm--I'm frustrated and you're being weird and no I don't want to--UGH!

[She pushes herself to her feet and kicks the side of the fountain.] I should be doing something!

[mementomoritz]

Oh, okay, that makes sense. [She seems totally unbothered by being called weird. It feels oddly familiar, somehow. ...Then again, maybe that shouldn't be a surprise.] Knowing you need to do something and not knowing what is pretty frustrating, I'd be mad too!

It's also kind of better, though, because I don't actually know how to help someone feel less sad. But I do like doing things! Do you want help finding something to do?

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I've been trying to figure out what's going on and why I woke up but there's nothing! To find! Anywhere!

[Each exclamation is punctuated by another kick at the side of the fountain.]

[mementomoritz]

Do you want to try committing minor to moderate property damage and see what happens? [Wait, what?] It's the next thing on my list.

[She holds up what appears to be an actual list scribbled on a napkin. The entries on it range from things like 'visit library' to 'arson' to 'spiritual guidance????']

I'm testing Purgatory by doing different things and seeing how it reacts! Hopefully, I'll find something that can lead to further study, and answers.

[crosscutting]

I--

[Pariah opens her mouth. Then closes it.]

[She really shouldn't be tempted, but also...]

...only if it doesn't hurt any of the sleeping people.

[mementomoritz]

[She looks astonished at the suggestion.]

Of course not! [Wow, that's surprisingly moral of you-] That's a completely different variable, testing them both at once could throw off the entire experiment! [Aaaand there it is.]

I was thinking of breaking a window. Some of these buildings don't seem to be inhabited, but they're still completely intact, even if the architecture is kind of weird? So it should work as a test, I think.

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[For some reason breaking a window seems...incredibly reckless, but she can't think of any reason why. You just board it up and clean the pieces, and no one is going to be inside anyway. So she nods with a small frown.]

Okay. I guess we need to find a rock or something, then.

[mementomoritz]

Here you go! [She just. Pulls a moderately-sized chunk of concrete out of her pockets and holds it out for her to take.]

[Apparently she's just been carrying that around until she got to the property damage part of the list.] That tall one over there looks pretty empty, think you can hit the glass on the sliding doors? They don't even open, I checked.

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Okay, then.

[She sizes up the window, hefts the rock a few times, then winds up to throw the rock as had as she can square into the center of the window.]