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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[devilstongue]

[ Molly doesn't even hesitate to run into the water after her, straight out and winding his arms around her waist. He's shaking, and it has nothing to do with how cold the water is. ]

Yasha, please. I have... I have never asked where you go, I've never asked you not to go. Please.

[ He reaches up to cup her face with wet hands. ]

This isn't real, Yasha. We all have people we care about telling us to come to them. Jester begs me all the time. Nott... Nott nearly killed herself.

[ Something in the tiefling's voice cracks, and he leans his head to her chest. ]

This is just going to drown you. How would you come back to me from the bottom of the sea?

[barberian]

(This is very true.

Yasha pauses in the middle of going to gently but firmly remove Molly's arms from her waist; he does it for her, pressing his wet palms against her cheeks, making her look at him properly. She doesn't need to see the Stormlord in order to know he is still waiting behind her. She can feel his accusatory stare prickling on the back of her neck, and she feels ashamed.)

What do you mean it isn't real?

(It doesn't make any sense. She's silent for a moment as his ear presses to her chest. Perhaps he can hear the internal war within her as she struggles to make sense of what is happening. Molly is right. Following the Stormlord to the sea will drown her, eventually, but...)

He wouldn't hurt me. (Would he? Her voice is small, and lost. The water is so cold; she shivers, hesitating.) I... don't know what to do.

[devilstongue]

This place, it's...

[ Fuck, he doesn't even know what's going on, so how could he explain it? All Molly knows is that this isn't right, the people they see are not the people they care about. Yasha's faith is her own and Molly respects it greatly - but he will personally drag himself to whatever celestial realm the Stormlord resides in and kick his ass if he drowns his best friend.

Not like this. Not when their heads are not in the right place. ]

Come back with me, Yasha. If it is real, then you'll just be a little delayed. If you go and it's not real, then you're on the bottom of the sea where you can't do shit for him anyway.

[ Molly eases his fingers into the fur on her shoulders to hold on. ]

Blame me, if you need to. Let him be mad with me but come back before you make a mistake.

[barberian]

(This is very good logic. It's much better logic than 'local god has one weird trick... when he beckons you to follow him into the sea, you won't believe what happens next'. Yasha sighs, and her shoulders feel heavy. It has nothing to do with Molly anchoring himself to her there, but more to do with the disappointment of the Stormlord, heavy and awful at the nape of her neck. Her skin is prickling in soft goose flesh.)

Okay. (She says it quietly, then clears her throat, says it again,) okay. Okay, I'll- I can stay. I'll stay.

(Yasha won't admit it, but something tight and awful loosens once she makes that admission. Perhaps somewhere deep down she'd known this wasn't a good idea. Who is she to say no to the Stormlord, though? At least Molly knows how to do it.

She glances back over her shoulder. He is gone. She doesn't know how to feel about that.

Molly might have to coax her to start moving again. For now, she's just standing in the surf, at a loss for what to do next. She hasn't ever stopped leaving before.)

[devilstongue]

[ Mollymauk relaxes just a bit when she agrees to stay, but he's not letting go of her. He never wants to let go of her again, because fuck. Why is this happening to his people? Don't they have enough shit to deal with already? ]

Come on, Yash. Come home, I'll braid your hair.

[ Molly gently pulls at her shoulder fur, trying to gently steer her towards land. One step at a time, if he needs to. No more sea. No more people wanting their death.

(No more Jester crying and pleading on the shore, so damn difficult to ignore that it hurt.)

Nobody died here. He'd fucking make sure of that if it so killed him again. ]

We all just need to rest.

[barberian]

(That sounds nice.

Yasha is still tense and almost unhappy, up to her waist in the water: she feels like she just made a rather large decision, and still isn't sure if she decided correctly or not. But Mollymauk tugs the fur at her shoulders and that simply guidance helps her to start moving again. She starts to wade back out of the water.

Nott had been seeing Caleb, she remembers. Seeing him when he wasn't there. So perhaps it's true. Are they all seeing these illusions?)

Who... are you seeing?

[devilstongue]

[ He keeps guiding her, step by step out of the cold water and onto the beach. Out of the water, his wet coat gets kind of heavy and they're both soaked, but they're safe. She's not drowning.

She doesn't leave, for the first time since he met her.

When she asks who he's seeing, Molly shakes his head a bit and instead lets go of her shoulder fur. He reaches for her hand instead, rubbing her knuckles slightly. ]

It doesn't matter right now. Let's go get dry.

[barberian]

(Yasha shivers delicately, and lets him lead her up to the sand. She wants to cross her arms over her chest when the cold air hits where her clothes have soaked through but it's difficult with his arm in the way and she has the feeling that he won't let her go until he's got her out of the ocean entirely. Maybe he's afraid that if he does she'll turn around and go marching back in.

She sighs, and resists the urge to look back over her shoulder at the water. It's difficult.

His thumb rubbing gently across her knuckles helps.)

... Okay.

(She'll ask about it once they're somewhere warmer. She doesn't like the look on his face.)