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lifeaftr2018-11-02 08:17 pm
tuskenlancer) wrote in lifeaftr2018-11-02 08:17 pm
November catchall
Who: CT and you!
What: Hanging around, trying to recall her lost memories...or maybe just enjoying life without them
When: Early to mid November
Where: Enso
Warnings: None!
CT followed a ghost off a cliff last month, with a result that honestly shouldn't surprise anyone. The gap in her memory became apparent pretty quickly, but although she knows she's missing a lot, try as she might, she hasn't even been able to remember so much as a second of it.
On the one hand, that sucks. She hates not knowing what had happened to her, hates how cryptic Wash has been about the whole thing, hates the fact that she can't even remember the man who urged her to her willing death. Helplessness has never sat well with her, but in this case, there doesn't seem much that she can do.
On the other hand, she's living without the burden of a lot of pain and horror and loss that's been weighing on her for months. Rather than mooning over her absent fiance and dreaming of the day she'll get back to him, she's actually enjoying life on the islands. It is, after all, the first real home she can remember having. Intermittent horrors and punishments for dying aside, it's actually pretty nice here. She lives with her friends on a tropical island, she has no worries and no responsibilities beyond figuring out what to eat and how to get Wash to wear actual clothes rather than his armor once in a while, and whenever she's able to forget that gaping hole in her memory, she's actually pretty content.
The recent renovations to the huts and cottages mean that she's no longer working just to get the roof patched up and the floor resembling, well, a floor. But that doesn't mean there's nothing to do. Today, she's hanging around the cottage that she shares with Carolina and Wash, opening the windows, occasionally sweeping out dust, and going in and out of the door, occasionally picking a few wildflowers in the grass outside to take back inside.
God help you, Freelancers, your roommate's being domestic.
(Feel free to use the prompt or your own, or hit me up for a closed starter!)
What: Hanging around, trying to recall her lost memories...or maybe just enjoying life without them
When: Early to mid November
Where: Enso
Warnings: None!
CT followed a ghost off a cliff last month, with a result that honestly shouldn't surprise anyone. The gap in her memory became apparent pretty quickly, but although she knows she's missing a lot, try as she might, she hasn't even been able to remember so much as a second of it.
On the one hand, that sucks. She hates not knowing what had happened to her, hates how cryptic Wash has been about the whole thing, hates the fact that she can't even remember the man who urged her to her willing death. Helplessness has never sat well with her, but in this case, there doesn't seem much that she can do.
On the other hand, she's living without the burden of a lot of pain and horror and loss that's been weighing on her for months. Rather than mooning over her absent fiance and dreaming of the day she'll get back to him, she's actually enjoying life on the islands. It is, after all, the first real home she can remember having. Intermittent horrors and punishments for dying aside, it's actually pretty nice here. She lives with her friends on a tropical island, she has no worries and no responsibilities beyond figuring out what to eat and how to get Wash to wear actual clothes rather than his armor once in a while, and whenever she's able to forget that gaping hole in her memory, she's actually pretty content.
The recent renovations to the huts and cottages mean that she's no longer working just to get the roof patched up and the floor resembling, well, a floor. But that doesn't mean there's nothing to do. Today, she's hanging around the cottage that she shares with Carolina and Wash, opening the windows, occasionally sweeping out dust, and going in and out of the door, occasionally picking a few wildflowers in the grass outside to take back inside.
God help you, Freelancers, your roommate's being domestic.
(Feel free to use the prompt or your own, or hit me up for a closed starter!)
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Like redecorating the cottage. When she hears someone calling her name she pokes her head out the open door, abandoning the project she'd been working on. ]
Hello?
[ It's her neighbor from her and Wash's old shack, the one Wash had said was with her in that future she'd apparently forgotten. CT smiles, a little uncertainly. ]
Oh, hey...Pyrrha, right?
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It's me, Connie. I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit.
[But now... she's here! Yaaaay.]
How have you been? Feeling better, I hope.
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[ She must have heard what had happened, then. That she'd...died. CT glances away, a little awkwardly.
Connie. Had they really known each other that well? ]
I just, um...
Wash said I...lost some memories.
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...Lost?
[Her eyes widen as something sinks in her stomach, cold and hard. It's the kind of feeling she hasn't felt in a long time. Quickly as it appears, she tries to push past.]
Oh. [Oh my.] W-well, do you remember me? At all?
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Sorry.
I - I mean, I remember you from here, from living next to you on the other islet, but...
[ She shrugs, helplessly. ]
That's it.
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Now, she looks downright distressed.]
I-I see. That's... a little disappointing, to be perfectly honest.
[She shakes her head, trying to shake lose some of those terrible thoughts.]
But... I'm glad you're alright, Connie. That's what matters most.
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[ It might have sounded accusatory, or petulant, in a different context. She hadn't meant to. She hadn't chosen to. There wasn't exactly anything she could do about it.
But whoever this girl is, CT hadn't meant to hurt her. Clearly, they had been friends once, if the use of the name "Connie" is any indication. Curious, CT peers at her. ]
So...it's true, then? What Wash said about the...the murders, and everything?
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[Of course it sounds accusatory, at least in enough seconds for Pyrrha to blurt out an apology for feeling bad, if that makes sense.
She knew CT would never do anything to hurt her. This situation was so unfortunate though.]
The murders? [Ah. As if it could't get worse.] What... exactly did Washington tell you about it?
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[ She shakes her head, frustrated and discouraged. It's no wonder she sounds like she's snapping a little. CT doesn't like the fact that she'd forgotten her, forgotten everything, any better than Pyrrha does.
She pushes her hair back from her face with a sigh, only for it to fall right back down again. ]
He seemed to think...I don't know. That I should hear it from someone else. Or at least not from him.
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...Yes. It's true, Connie. All of it. [This is the least she could do.] We were put through hell for a full year... but, things got better, in the end. That's what matters.
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But what did happen?
[ Death, horror. Obviously. But also something that seems even less plausible than that. ]
He said I got engaged.