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

[counterblows]

I'm not about to start listening to him.

[It's not like Maine has much to say, anyway, says South across the walkways of memory, derisive and dismissive. He winces, without any obvious impetus. Shake it aside.]

[Memory hasn't killed you yet, Washington, though it's certainly come close.]

Or...anything else.

[uptightness]

[Her eyes may narrow a little further, before giving a curt nod. She knows that Maine had never been much of a talker. If anything, he had always let his actions to the speaking for him. That is what is on her mind. She doesn't know what it is, whether actually Maine as some sort of ghost, or somehow in some other reality that only Wash can see. Or, something else completely, something far more nefarious.]

If you are, find me. No matter when.

[counterblows]

I'll be in touch.

[He digs in his pockets for the stone everyone uses to communicate. It's not a radio or a commlink, but it'll do. Surreal as it is, the functionality is the same, and the screen...helps, at least.]

I'll keep this on me. Deal?

[uptightness]

Deal.

[That firmness to her voice as she isn't going to broken anyone going rogue, especially when it's an unknown situation happening. Arguably, it is more her that is one that has been shown to go off on her own in the past. That is the past though and they're a team.]

[counterblows]

...find C.T.

[She's the one he's most worried about. She's who everyone else should be most worried about. Wash, he's done this before, hasn't he? He's done this already, and lived. He won't be strangled my memory again.]

[It's just the people who don't have as much experience dealing with it that worry him.]

[uptightness]

[That clasp on his shoulder again, fingers tight, hard, grounding.]

I won't stop until we do, Wash.

[Hopefully she has her feline friend with her, for companionship, if nothing else. Her hand slips away as she splits part of her mind towards finding their fellow housemate. A brief and very passing thought for another, but Carolina pushes that aside. Wash is family. CT is important. That's what matters.]

[counterblows]

[Let it shake you, agent. Let it shoot adrenaline to your core. Make it a tether, binding you to reality. Maine is a wall of white, but Carolina is present in a way he isn't. She's the weight and force of a black hole, intention and purpose wound up tight and coiled to detonate.]

[He breathes.]

I'm going to suit up. And then - we'll find her.

[uptightness]

[That sharp clip of her head, all focus and force now. Patience has never been her virtue. She isn't one to sit around and idly watch the clouds go by. She likes to have reason in her life, a direction, some function. She'd give it up, if it meant no one she cared about ever got hurt, but she knows that something like that isn't ever going to happen.]

I'll meet you in fifteen, geared up.

[counterblows]

Okay.

[With a sense of direction, a foreseeable goal, he's already breathing easier. They have a plan. It's a vague plan, but it's a plan, and that's enough to smooth his heartrate.]

...okay.

[uptightness]

[Doing something, anything. Sitting around isn't her first choice, and considering something is up again with this place, it's the last thing that Carolina does want to do. Her armor is as known as a lover's touch, that part of her like that which she had been born with - the feel, the weight, the familiarity that makes her automatically stand taller.]