October Event: Feeling Like a Ghost (Part I)

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OCTOBER EVENT: FEELING LIKE A GHOST

Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Your past returns to haunt you
When: October 10th and onward
Where: All over!
Warnings: Character death, as well as potential for discussion of trauma and suicide ideation - please mark as you go!

Try and Hear Me, Then I'm Done

You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of the event. While this log will focus on the past portion, you're free to use it for the future portion. As always, you can also make your own logs if that's your preference! Come the 21st, however, we'll likely get an additional log up for those who want to play around with their future echoes as well. Remember also that the present portion will be played out in Mu, during this month's Storytelling.

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event. Bear in mind, however: death penalties will NOT be reduced for this event.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] October 10th: The ghosts of the past appear.
[ ♆ ] October 20th: The warped Storytelling occurs, the Storyteller returns, and those who have died are revived.
[ ♆ ] October 21st: Future echoes replace the ghosts of the past.
[ ♆ ] October 25th: With equilibrium restored, all visions vanish, and life returns to how it was.

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Comments

[lightlessfuture]

The best they can do is simply ignore their own ghost, drown it out with action, with people who are real (though it becomes realer by the day, recalls fresh wounds; it just makes them more stubborn, more steadfast.

Quirrel would never cause them pain, would never want to, and that is the fact they wield like a nail against the lie that haunts them ceaselessly).

The Drifter offers them a space to sit, as they did before, and they don't really think about it, don't pause. Don't give themselves time to pause and wrap themselves in guilt and deny their own desire for company.

They shuffle over and lean against their friend, curl up beside them. That aching burden that has been hanging over them since they were wounded lifts a little.

After a moment, they feel that they should at least return the favour in some small way, and so they place their hand on the Drifter's arm, what they can reach. Patting gently as an attempt at comfort.

[hyperlit]

They drop their cloak down, so it more or less...falls around the Knight's shoulders, a little. A bit of an awkward sort of blanket, but the Knight is small enough for it to work. The contact is easier, if they expect it. If they see it coming. The Knight is a warrior, like them; the Drifter assumes that, thus, they understand the refusal to be vulnerable, the fear that the slightest brush of contact will be the thing that attempts to snap you up and devour you whole.

It will pass.

The pain, they mean, but they do not specify. A certain kind of pain will haunt you forever, lingering longer than even this wretched thing that watches, silently, with its unblinking void-gaze.

To live with it is harder than death.

But that is the choice.

To live with it.