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

[barberian]

(Yasha gestures with one hand, looking for all the world like somebody who is trying very hard to be casual.) Sure. Something like that.

(She is truly unable to lie like a normal person, but that's fine. She has a plan right now, and it's to find the Stormlord, and follow him into the ocean so he can show her where she should go next. So she probably isn't going to see Kravitz again any time soon, but she's okay with that.)

See you.

[deathfindsaway]

[Well, at least she's nonchalant about it. It eases his own lie somewhat, and he nods, giving her a wave while he heads back to the beach, his Lady placing a gentle hand on his back. You don't need her, her voice whispers in his ear. Do not be disheartened by her loss. You're doing the right thing.

He nods, likely unbeknownst to her, and lets his Lady lead him back into the brush.]