January Event: Fade to Black

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JANUARY EVENT: FADE TO BLACK

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Your true self comes to roost
When: January 21st - 23rd; January 25th - 28th
Where: All over!
Warnings: Dark subjects such as violence and self-destruction are likely to come to the forefront - please mark your content accordingly!

Down in that Darkness

This log is primarily for the Shadow and Light portions of the event, for ease and convenience. Your Shadow can be either the Persona-inspired sort - a "brutal, bitterly honest recreation of a character's worst flaws, darkest fears, and deepest secrets" - or the edgier, more laughable variant. The Lights, on the other hand, will do their utmost to convince their real selves of their best qualities, no matter how little they want to hear them.

Remember that the Shadows will be present from January 21st to January 23rd, and the Lights will be present from January 25th to January 28th.

On January 25th, we will post a separate log for Rejection Rooms!

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Some useful links, for reference:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Post
[ ♆ ] Rejection Room Sign-Ups; remember to note your interest in these as soon as possible!
[ ♆ ] Deaths Page; death penalties have been reduced for the duration of this event, but still do let us know if your character dies regardless!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] January 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] January 21st: Shadows of both initial variants appear.
[ ♆ ] January 23rd: Shadows of both initial variants disappear.
[ ♆ ] January 25th Lights and Rejection Rooms appear.
[ ♆ ] January 28th: Lights and Rejection Rooms dissipate. Those still trapped in their Rejection Rooms by the event's end will suffer a character death.

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Comments

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter blinks, very slowly, in a way that suggests they're not entirely sure how they're meant to react to that. In the end, they react the only way they know how to react, which is with sincerity.]

yes

[That is, in essence, more or less what they believe.]

thank you
for all of it

[ichininyaanshi]

[Those hands lower, and the Light's smile gentles back into something much better suited to Ichimatsu's face.]

... sure. You, too.

[There's a closing, satisfied note in the higher timbre of its voice. If it was able to do something even a little helpful for the obstinate Ichimatsu's friend, then it's done enough. For a being with no purpose, rejected and destroyed by the real person as it would be... maybe existing for a little bit was worthwhile after all. The Light drops its hands into its pockets with a quiet huff.]

I'll leave before things get to be a pain in the ass. Don't let him see that mask, alright? It'll disappear whenever I do, anyway.

...

[It twists the heel of its sandals in the grass, then turns away from the Drifter, waving them off with the same smile.]

See you in a bit, I guess.

[hyperlit]

[Goodbyes are always bittersweet. One never really knows they're ever goodbyes, or until another time. One can never know unless one party is bleeding out into the dirt and the rain and the smell of petrichor, if a goodbye is the last that they will ever say.]

[All at once, there is too much to say and not enough time to say it.]

[They can't think quickly enough to summon the words necessary to issue it, not in this state. Even when uninjured, they are not a creature of words.]

goodbye

[That singular word seldom feels like enough. It's all they have. They won't attempt to pull things apart beyond their natural conclusion.]

1/2

[ichininyaanshi]

Nah, [the Light says, just under its breath; but it's moving away already, brushing cold fingers over Yachin's petals.] I'll be right back.

[... and,

the footfalls of its sandals gradually fade away.]

[ichininyaanshi]

[...]


[... replaced, soon, by the rapid, uneven clomping of sneakers in the wet grass, once again from the sheer opposite direction. A labored sort of breathing joins it once Ichimatsu gets closer; he's clutching a first aid kit, the handle gummed up and dripping with the dark ichor he'd strangled out of his friend's shadow.]

[Ichimatsu himself is clearly in a hurry; his eyes wide and harried, voice raising into a papery whistle as he skids into a stop next to his friend. He looks off into the trees and awkwardly tries to pry open the clasps on the kit at the same time, looking like a frightened cat.]

H-hey... wh... you okay? Thought I saw... someone.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter lowers their head.]

[They're not any good at telling lies. It's a dishonorable thing, and they do not often sink to that level. But it's easy to tell what might come of this, if they utter the truth. The Light had been sadly forthright in this aspect.]

am fine

[It's not really a lie. It's just an omission of the truth.]