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October Event: Feeling Like a Ghost (Part I)

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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[Beau couldn't see the Stormlord on the horizon if she tried, but that's not even where she's looking. She's keeping herself fixated on the surroundings, on Yasha, on this... thing that's happening. She's forgotten Keg not far down the beach entirely. None of it seems to matter right now.]

Uh, yeah. Right! Yeah.

[Shit, now she has to make good on that promise. She's only been here a month though, that's not long enough to really do anything, know anything. She has an idea though with the short list of things she knows Yasha likes, so she keeps her hand on her and starts dragging her inland.]

Come on, we're gonna go through one of the pool things again.

[She's spent a lot of time on Nudian since her arrival, so she just drags Yasha through the mana pool and north into one of the hotter regions. It's a little bit in silence; Beau doesn't really know what to say that's going to help, but at least they can travel quickly between the two of them. Finally though, the grazing animals give way to calm, soft skies and rows of chamomile flowers, the scent calming, the color white and gentle.]

Is this, uh... does this work? Is it... good?

(Silence is okay with her. She's still mulling everything over in her head and it helps to be pulled, directed where to go. Even if it's through one of the pools again. Yasha has decided she's not entirely sure about them, but that might be because they still make her feel a bit sick but it's all a good distraction. She listens to Beau say the name of the island (Nuidan again, okay) and drag her into the water, and then they are somewhere else, just like she asked. The churning in her gut from the traveling is soon replaced by a hint of curiousity as Beau marches the pair of them off north of the mana pool. Where are they going exactly?

It's a nice walk. The weather is good, and the changing scenery keeps Yasha well occupied as they tramp across flatland, weaving in and out of little herds of aptonoth minding their own business, in search of something that only Beau knows about. When they finally stop and she gestures out across the rows of flowers, Yasha finds her mouth opens a little in awe.

It's really beautiful. The white and yellow flowers, the earthy smell of the ground, the calm blue skies above them dotted sparsely with clouds... Beau's really hit the nail on the head with this one. Yasha finds she's made surprised by the thoughtfulness of this gesture, but pleased nevertheless. This is exactly what she wanted.)

Yes, (she says eventually, once she's found her words again.) It's... very good. (And she glances away from the fields at Beau, her expression soft.)

Thank you.

[Yeah, she kinda figured silence was good with Yasha. That seems to be her thing a lot. But she's tense until the other woman finally speaks again, meaning she can drop her shoulders and cross her arms. See, relaxed, just... not vulnerable. It's cool.]

Yeah, well, I knew it was like-- I thought maybe you'd wanna punch some shit but there's really nowhere to do that here, which is dumb. Unless you like trees? Trees are boring. So then I thought, you know, you like flowers, and I found this place a while ago, so...

[So uhhh flower thank you have a nice day.]

I think this is, uh, one of those flowers you can eat? Or stuff. Duce would know, he had all this shit growing when we got him.

[She's probably drank a lot of tea in her life and paid very little attention to most of it. Just how much attention she pays to everything.]

(Beau has the air of somebody who is not really paying attention a lot of the time; it's nice that she remembers this. Yasha is touched.)

... I do like flowers.

(She's going to crouch down and take one, plucking it out of the ground. It smells very nice, a little earthy. Sweet even, mellow. Something like that. She has the book in her pack that Molly gave to her and she retrieves it now, opening it up and thumbing through the pages to find a nice place to press a few sprigs of the chamomile. She likes how yellow the center of the flowers are.)

But I think I will wait to try eating one... who is 'Duce'? (One of Beau's friends on the island?)

[Well, that's good. As much as Beau rests often on her laurels of not giving a shit, at heart she gathers intel and watches trends. Yasha's journal was a point of interest, which made the pressed flower memorable. She likes them, insomuch as Beau likes anyone with the way she keeps them at arm's length, so... yeah, small details. Just those kinda things.

She doesn't know if she's ever gone out of her way to do something kind for someone, though. That's kinda new. It... feels alright. Let's not unpack that one right now.]

Oh uh, Caduceus. We picked him up to help break you, Jester and Fjord outta Lorenzo's uh, murder house. He likes dead things. Weird guy. But uhh, he had flowers growing from graves and stuff. Kinda cool, but also weird. Did you end up meeting him?

(With her flowers pressed safely into the book, Yasha shuts it again and tucks it back in against her furs and tunic, happy to keep looking around. Honestly, it's very nice to stand just on the edge of the field and watch the flowers sway in the light breeze rolling across the plains. Very soothing. She wants to go out into the middle of it and lie down, close her eyes and be enveloped in that mellow smell the field has, but that would require squishing a good many of the plants, so. That one is out.

The name 'Caduceus' does not ring a bell. Yasha shakes her head, her arms folded across her chest, but the movement is not defensive. It's loose, easy.)

No.

(The situation at the time was a bit... complicated.)

Who is he? Is he still with you?

[Without having the context for where Yasha's from, the future she's heading towards, she has no way to think of jogging Yasha's memory for him.]

Uh, he's one of those cow guys. Grey fur, pink hair, pretty tall. Worships a god, the Wildmother? Really chill. Like the epitome of chill. So chill I like, get a little bit worried just looking at him.

[How can someone exist without tension in their shoulders? Beau sure is the wrong person to ask.]

He was pretty alright, though. Offered to come help without like, any pretense or knowing anything about you guys, so that was sweet. We needed all the help we could get.

A firbolg?

(She has met a few during her travels. Yasha crouches and starts selectively picking a few flowers, pinching little gaps into their stems with her blunt thumbnail, threading them together into a little chain. Molly taught her how to do this. She is going to put it into her hair.)

I would like to meet him, if only to say thank you for helping out while Jester was gone. (That must have been difficult to manage at first, without somebody to heal all of them. Yasha is glad they found people to step up to the plate so easily.)

Is Keg one of the people who went with you too?

[She snaps her fingers in recognition.]

Yeah! Yeah, that's it. Those guys. I'm pretty sure he's sticking around with us, so. Guess you could ask Nott if he's still around.

[See, this is chill. This is a good experience. It's the last line that throws her from this whole thing, making her eye twitch.]

Uh. Yeah, we, uh. Keg used to work for Lorenzo. She escaped, wanted to help kill him. Soooo.

[Don't ask why, just let it go, maybe she hasn't heard her talking to herself or anything. Shhhh.]

Okay.

(She will, she's curious now! In much the same way she's now curious of Beau's reaction to her asking about Keg. None of the others have really spoken about her, just Molly, and even then that was a brief mention. Yasha doesn't know anything about her.)

So she came to help you? Has she stayed, like Caduceus? (She's still focused on her little flower chain but Beau sounds a little twitchy back there! She glances over her shoulder to look at her properly.)

Uhhh.

[Why is she interested all of a sudden? Who told? Does Yasha know that's who's trotting around after her making weird comments and trying to seduce her because that's even weirder.]

She was with us when I got here, yeah. But we also hadn't uh, gotten you out when I got here. So I dunno if she stays after that, she just wanted to, uh, kill Lorenzo.

[She shouldn't act strange about this. It'll only draw attention.]

Why?

I dunno, (Yasha says, and shrugs,) Molly said you had other people in the party with you while we were gone, so.

(Just wanted to know more about them, that's all. She might have to come back to him for any extra details, Beau is being a little cagey about the whole thing.)

It sounds like we have a lot in common, (she continues lightly, only half joking. She'd very much like to kill Lorenzo too.)

[She crosses her arms, nodding along with what she says.]

I mean, yeah, I think a shitton of people want to kill Lorenzo, he's a fucking asshole.

[This would be less weird if Fantasy Keg wasn't in her thoughts and not far off. It sucks she can't shake her, even if Yasha has no idea.]

I mean you're both, uh. You know, big weapons people with lots of murder. You're bigger than her, though. But that's just a dwarf thing I think, that's not her fault. She's doing her best with the whole, uh, muscles.

Ah, (Yasha says knowingly,) so, your type.

(She's teasing now, her gaze innocently trained on her steadily lengthening flower chain. If she finds one of her braids in her hair, she can tease it apart, and start to thread the stems into it. Anyway, this is what Beau gets for being so weird about it. Yasha doesn't care if Keg ended up being a person of interest.)

[YASHA WHY]

What, big, could ruin me, has asked to ruin me on a bunch of occasions? I mean maybe.

[You're so lucky you're cute, Yasha. Gosh.]

Thinkin' about my type, huh? Just curious if you fit in or jealousy? You don't need to fight for my attention.

(BECAUSE)

No. I'm just making conversation, Beauregarde. (She knows exactly what she's doing, and she's thoroughly enjoying herself.) That's what friends do, isn't it? Gossip about each other's types?

[NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

So what? Do I get to ask what your type is now?

[Is she just subtly posing a little? No, she's not, no. Why would she be like, flexing a little bit. Or showing off her abs. Nah, she's not doing that.

(Yes she is.)]

I mean, you haven't talked about it much. What do you like in a wom-- person?

[Not everyone's a lesbian Beau, you're just hopeful.]

(Yasha only hums, and fiddles with her hair while she pretends to think. Why should Beau get to be the only one allowed to muck around? She pushes a lot, and Yasha has let her because in the end it is only teasing. Beau is no more serious about this than she is about anything else; Yasha feels entirely justified in giving a single push back.)

... I like it when a woman can lift me. (She holds eye contact for only a beat, and then drops her gaze to give Beau's body a lingering once over.)

[Of course she's not. This is-- y'know, stupid fun. Beau, in a relationship? Never. That's a binding tie, she can't do that shit. She's just... not cut out for it, she says to herself. People like her, they end up alone.

But that wasn't what she was expecting, and now it feels like a challenge because Yasha stared right at her. She eyes over Yasha all the same, pursing her lips a little as she thinks.]

Lift you, huh? Yeah, I bet I could do that.

[She most certainly cannot. Beau is strong, but she's dexterous. She's made for quick escapes and slippery jumps, not lifting god-knows-how-many pounds of raw muscle. This is why Jester is allowed to do all the lifting of weird shit when Yasha's not around.

But now she said it, so like, put up or shut up right? She pushes herself to her feet, walking towards Yasha.]

Here, c'mon, get up.

(Yasha's expression scrunches, she looks like she's about to laugh.)

What?

(She heard her just fine, she's just utterly disbelieving that Beau would go so far as to ask her to stand. She's still fiddling with her hair but absentmindedly so, especially as Beau launches up from her spot on the ground and walks over to her with intent. She chuckles, just once, soft and disbelieving.)

Okay. Okay. (She threw the gauntlet after all, may as well follow through. She dusts her hands off on her pants and stands, shifting her weight slowly from side to side.) Go on, then.

[Oh, she's gonna try it. This girl may have a strength mod of 0, but that's not a negative, and even if it was she'd be making a whole attempt.]

Okay, stay still.

[She crouches down, wrapping her arms around Yasha's waist and trying to lift.

However, she only rolled an 8. So there's a little bit of grunting and struggling before she stops, reaching up to slick back some hair and wipe off some sweat.]

Alright, this is... not giving up, yet, that was just a warmup.

(She lifts her arms a little awkwardly as Beau's wrap tight around her waist. Yasha knows she invited Beau to invade her personal space, but that doesn't stop it from being embarrassing. She stares determinedly over the top of Beau's head as she attempts to lift her from the ground, and fails utterly, and at least that does not fail to make her snort with laughter.)

I don't know. You seem like you may strain something.

[Look. She's trying. The little laugh makes a small blush run across her face as she stops straining for a moment, just long enough to catch her breath.]

No hang on, I, I totally have this.

[With a 13? She does not have this. It's better this time- she's really lifting with her legs- but it's just not gonna fly. After a bit more, she lets go, stumbling backwards a step or two as she regains her footing.]

Look. My skill is not in lifting.

(Yasha gives her a conciliatory pat on the shoulder as she is released a second time, feeling vaguely smug about the whole thing. Beau is pink in the face, across the tops of her cheekbones.)

No, (she agrees, and takes a step toward Beau. Without asking, without much warning at all, she grabs her underneath both arms and lifts her easily into the air without so much as a sound, pushing her back to the trunk of the tree she had been standing beside. Beau is so small and wiry Yasha can lift her quite high, and she does, until she's looking up at her.)

Mine is, though. (She seems quite pleased with herself.)

[See, this? This is why she can't live in this world. Beau has no time to react as Yasha grabs her and her feet suddenly aren't on the ground, back hitting the bark with a scrape that sends shivers down her spine. She ends up staring, wide-eyed at Yasha keeping her in the air, body too stiff and feeling like she's going to melt into a puddle at the same time.

God, she feels like she needs to cross her legs. This is illegal.]

... I mean, you. Yeah, that. Y. Holy shit.

[All her energy right now is going into not collapsing and also not licking her lips. Both are equally as hard as the other.]

October Event: Feeling Like a Ghost (Part I)

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