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

[lesbeau]

[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.]

[barberian]

(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.)

[lesbeau]

[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.

[barberian]

(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.

[lesbeau]

[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.

[barberian]

(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.

[lesbeau]

[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.

[barberian]

(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.)

[lesbeau]

[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.]

[barberian]

(Feeling pleased lasts only for a fraction of a second, broken the moment she makes eye contact with Beau. Yasha blinks, abruptly realises the vague inappropriateness of the situation for what it is, and flusters. She lowers Beau gently toward the ground, then drops her the last couple centimeters so she can step back, arms folding protectively across her chest. She probably looks about as startled as Beau right now. Her ears feel hot.)

Mmm. (She clears her throat, glancing away.) Sorry. I– you already know, that I'm strong, obviously. I didn't need to...

(help)

you murdered me

[lesbeau]

[She doesn't even realize she's been placed back on the ground until her feet find purchase, stumbling just a second before her brain catches up to her feet and stops them from collapsing. That... that was hot. That was really hot. She needs to not say that, she needs to say ANYTHING other than that.]

Uhh, that was hot.

[Instincts bad. Almost instantly, Beau coughs, moving her stature to fold her arms and cock out a hip more casually.]

So, uh, we can just like-- there's flowers and stuff, so let's just, keep doing that.

[H E L P]

i'm not sorry

[barberian]

(Usually Yasha would brush off that kind of comment, or perhaps tease Beau for her lack of self control, but... her palms are still warm from where she held Beau up at the waist. It changes things, a little, so she can't think of what to say. She kicks the ground gently with the toe of her boot instead.

Beau coughs. Yasha takes that as the OK to look up again.)

Okay.

(Flowers are good. She can think about flowers and not about the look on Beau's face when she'd pushed her back up against the tree. That's fine.)

YOU SHOULD BE

[lesbeau]

Cool great good awesome--

[Beau is already just walking straight out into that field to go lie down in it. Is there a place she can go far enough away to resolve this without Yasha seeing or hearing?? Doubtful. Maybe she'll spend her time at the treehouse tonight, just... relieve a little tension.]

Okay, so, I'll be here!

[And then she just lets herself fall face first into the flowers. She sure is there all right.]

WELL IM NOT

[barberian]

(There she goes.

Yasha watches her walk off without making a single move to stop her, call her back. She's embarrassed, and she doesn't know what to say. Seems Beau is having much the same problem, because she's gone to lie seemingly face down in the flowers. The moment her face is obscured, Yasha puts her face into both of her hands and then runs them through her hair a few times roughly, ridding herself of nervous energy.

God. God. Okay, okay. There's no way she can go back to innocently picking flowers like nothing happened, she feels very on edge now. She watches Beau breathing into the field for a moment, then calls to her.)

Well, I- might just go?

MMMMMM

[lesbeau]

[Beau very awkwardly tries to raise her arm backwards to give a thumbs up, but that requires sticking it out straight, realizing arms don't move that way, and after some wiggling bending it over her head.]

Cool! That's fine!

[She is absolutely still yelling that into the dirt, so who knows if it's comprehensible. Maybe they just need some space.]

[barberian]

(Nice acrobatics Beau but they go totally unnoticed because Yasha is turning to leave. It's too weird and she has a lot to think about now, she feels like she wants to punch something...?

She makes a fist of her hand, and winces a little when Beau calls after her.

Embarrassing... Mollymauk can never know this happened.)