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. ]

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Medic | OTA

[mementomoritz]

[In the crowd of mindless souls, walking aimlessly, one slows and comes gradually to a stop. She looks like a young girl, mid-teens, in what might be the uniform for some fancy private school.]

[And she is dead.]

...so that's what happens? [For countless ages, humanity has wondered: what does happen to you, after death? And now she knows, as certainly as she knows anything.]

[Unfortunately, she doesn't know much of anything else.]

[What's her name? She doesn't know. What killed her? She doesn't know. What was her life like? She doesn't know.]

[In a flurry of motion, she whirls and grabs the nearest spirit, wild-eyed with excitement.]

Hello! I think we're dead! Can you tell me something new?

I want to know everything.

[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?

[emberserker]

You think? We are dead!

[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.

[seasharp]

E-Eh?!

[Hello, fellow teenage girl. Here's another one, who's looking very surprised at suddenly being grabbed like this.

Hi???]

S-Something... Like, anything?

[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. ]

[mementomoritz]

Well, that wasn't new, but confirming prior data from multiple sources is important, too. Thank you! [She sort of ragdolls forward for a moment before she realizes the other girl probably wants her to let go, at which point she does.]

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?

[mementomoritz]

Yes, anything at all! You have a lot of options, because I can't remember a thing right now. It's very exciting!

[She's just absolutely beaming.]

Do you remember anything?

La Luna | OTA | Investigating the conbini

[crisantemo]

[She's dead. That's the first thing she's fully aware of, certain of, when everything suddenly snaps into crystal clear focus. But something nags at the back of her mind, and so La Luna wanders - she may still seem like one of the Spectres, with how eerily calm she is.

Except when she walks into the store, her attempts to speak to the clerks are in vain - they don't seem to know what she's talking about, instead only mentioning deals or offers going on. So she sighs, stepping back and glancing over at anyone who may have wandered nearby - anyone who, at least, seems a bit more aware.]

Have you had any luck talking to the people here?

[Sure, they're dead, but there must be more of them that are... well, awake. Right?]

Seal | OTA

[beknights]

[ It doesn't hit them as hard as they thought it might, the fact that they're dead. They're at peace with it.

But this place is too...crowded. Full of...strangers, with strange looks, strange features. They stand out. They feel like they shouldn't stand out...

They don't know why that is. The uncertainty of it all, the instinct for wrongness, the anxiety, grips their heart like a sudden vice.

They stumble through the crowd, disoriented, feeling acutely alone. It's a feeling so horribly crushing that they have to come to a complete stop, press their back against something solid, some instinct that tells them to guard themselves against...what? Against what?

They feel ill. Their shoulders hunch as they dig their claws into the wall they've backed up against, trying not to look at the crowd, making themselves small. ]

[mementomoritz]

Hello, are you sick? Do you need medical treatment? [Some people aren't six-foot-tall armored bugs, and are thus naturally small.]

[Fortunately(?), pure enthusiasm can make up for that.]

Because I don't know anything, but I'm apparently a medic! [...Case in point.]

[At least this strange, cheery girl peering at them doesn't seem to fit in with the crowd quite well, either.]

ariel | ota

[seasharp]

[It's weird, how being dead doesn't hit as hard as it seems like it should. Maybe she knew, unconsciously? Maybe she was at peace with it? She can't say, really. She can't remember those sort of feelings about herself.

But it seems like the sort of thing she should've known this whole time, right? How did she forget? More importantly, how did she not notice how weird this place looks before? Until a little bit ago, everything seemed normal.

She wants to know more about what's going on. And, at some point, she finds herself chasing Spectres, for exactly that reason!]

Hey! Heeeey, come on, I'm talking to you! [...Very literally chasing. She's running to catch up with one just going about their day. Except she's not looking where she's stepping and at some point, the path she's running down just

stops

and her foot meets air.] A-Ah!

[oh there she goes

Well, not entirely, she's... hanging in there. Hanging onto the edge, that is. You could be here to help or, perhaps, you're just here seeing her scrambling back up.]

I-I've got it! I'm okay!

[does she. is she.]

1/2

[seasharp]

"Anything" is a little vague. Um... I remember...

[ . . . ]

Blueberry is the best soda flavor.

[.......well, she said anything.]

2/2

[seasharp]

Ahhh, that's so random! I don't know my name, but that's the first thing I can think of?!

[daughterofthemark]

[Sh...e? That feels like the right pronoun. She's met a... person spirit? A girl who looks younger than she... looks. Hm. She's going to have to start feeling certain about things.]

Advertising is necessary for a business to be successful.

[Has that ever been important knowledge for her? Heck if she knows.]

[daughterofthemark]

I'm not certain! Perhaps we should investigate.

[Arianna is immune to angry people.]

[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?

[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.

[emberserker]

Do you really think that's going to do anything?

[She says, despite having been doing just that.]

[beknights]

[ Seal remembers little about themselves or the person they were before they died, but well-trained instincts remain.

As the strange person falls, Seal speeds up, closing the distance in a powerful burst of speed. They're not fast enough to stop her falling, but they're immediately kneeling at the edge to grip one of her hands, serving as an additional anchor she can use to pull herself back up. ]

[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.]

[daughterofthemark]

I have! Some of them are quite interesting, even if they seem unaware of their surroundings.

[Royal Veil's ideas of "any luck" and "interesting" may not be the same as everyone else's.]

[daughterofthemark]

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

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

Re: ariel | ota

[emberserker]

Really.

[Sayaka will hear someone at the side, leaning against a building with crossed arms and a frown.]

These idiots can't process half of what you tell them anyway.

[daughterofthemark]

[Royal Veil trips over them.]

[mementomoritz]

Thank you, I had absolutely no idea! [...no, that actually doesn't sound like sarcasm.] So now I know two new things: that advertising is necessary for a business to be successful, and that I don't have an instinctive grasp of business and economics.

[Unlike her instinctive grasp of the English language, which is apparently working just fine.]

That just leaves an unknown and potentially infinite amount of knowledge to go!