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

[hyperlit]

died many times

It's dismissive, offhand. They don't consider it noteworthy. They've grown accustomed to pain just as they've grown accustomed to overcoming it. Death is a stepping stone; from one progression to the next. There's no stopping it. There's no slowing it down.

They were lucky that it was not the end, is all.

[forwearemany]

Their headflaps flare, flutter.

"This occurred in your universe of origin?"

[hyperlit]

A nod.

there
and here
by the grace of gods i endure

One god, a jackal. And then this one, here, a Storyteller. A god of death and a god of stories. It would make sense, would be fitting, that they could be kept alive by gods such as those.

[forwearemany]

Gods?

(Headtilt. They know of the gods that are here, of course, but ...)

[hyperlit]

here: the storyteller
before: the jackal

[That is all they know her by. They glance down, sketch a crude silhouette in the dirt with the tip of their finger - two tall, pointed ears, a long, dark snout.]

she roused us from death
to fight the immortal cell

[forwearemany]

(They examine the drawing.

They think of another, roused from death to fight.

If the Drifter is anywhere close to Shepard-Commander in capability, then they are formidable indeed.)

Immortal Cell?

[hyperlit]

source of sickness
poisoned everything

[They draw a comparatively quite simple shape - a diamond, all sides of equal length.]

festered in the chambers of the world

[forwearemany]

(They headtilt, examining the drawing curiously. It tells them nothing.

After a moment, they decide to ask questions.)

Alive?

(The term "immortal cell" would suggest so.)

[hyperlit]

in a sense

[They cannot say, but it was able to be killed, and so...it must have, in some way or another, lived.]

it could be killed

[forwearemany]

Killed it?

(Since that sounds like something one learns from experience.)

[hyperlit]

yes
i think so

[They think because...the chamber housing it had caved in and the Drifter had been caught in the tail-end of that crumbling foundation, had limped their way to the exterior and collapsed down the edge and their vision faded to black.]

[One final vision, imparted, they think, they pray, by the god that set them on this path.]

[And then nothing.]

[forwearemany]

You are uncertain?

(More headtilting.)

[hyperlit]

did not survive long after

[If the killing blow stuck, if the killing blow meant anything, if the killing blow resolved a world kept in perilous balance...]

[They can never truly know for certain, now, can they?]

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(They do not attempt reassurance. They are uncertein if it would be truth.)

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter palms away the sketches in the dirt, wiping them clean.]

but i hope

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(Hope is a valuable construct.)