lucetilogs | FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

Who: EVERYONE
What: TRAUMA!
When: ALL THE TIME
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TRAUMA. FREE FOR ALL IN THE SCARRING EXPERIENCES DEPARTMENT.
Rating: Gosh. I'm not sure. However, I suggest you hide your little'uns.

Basically, the purpose of this log is TRAUMA SPAM. If you didn't want to spam your flist with extra posts, or you wanted to post with more than one character -- or more than one character more than once! -- here is your place to be.

This will be a commentspam style log where you can thread start with your character hallucinating things. Whatever you wish it to be! It can even just be a more general thread start where they're not hallucinating anything -- yet. And each thread can get treated like a post, where that character's CR can react to the trauma going down!

If you still wish to actually post in your character's journal, you're of course totally allowed to do so. This is just here for funtiems and convenience for everyone who wanted a greater chance to post during this event! Feel free to use it anytime over the next few days, through Halloween, to do "posts" and threads with your characters.

Have at, guys!

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[As if the costumes hadn't been bad enough: now people were starting to see things. Ion had seen people talking about it over the journals. So far, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary... then again, he also hadn't left his room very much since he found himself trapped in a tutu.]

[But that was about to change when, from the corner of his eye, he saw something stirring under his bed. Like out of a B-rated slasher flick, an all too familiar man began to climb out from underneath, his once-white robes now covered in blood that was certainly not his own. And while certainly more disturbing than truly frightening, it was enough for Ion to gasp, jump to his feet, and run out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He thought for sure that was the end of it, when he swore he saw the door knob beginning to turn...]

[Well, that's enough of that! He runs down the hall and urgently knocks on Anise's door, hoping maybe the presence of another person would encourage the hallucination to stop.]

A-Anise? Anise, are you in there?

[Anise is a light sleeper - if the knocking wasn't enough to wake her, Ion's scared voice would've been. She gets up blearily to answer the door, expecting one sleepy Fon Master in the hallway.]

[What she wasn't prepared for was the sight of the same Fon Master in blood-stained robes, an ashen face, staring at her with lifeless eyes... She lets out a strangled gasp and backs away into her room with shaking hands-]

[His own previous fears were forgotten the moment he saw that expression on her face. She looked terrified...! Was she seeing something too!?] Anise? Anise, what's wrong?

[He doesn't completely step into her room yet, hanging in the doorway with a concerned expression. She looked as though she were afraid of him!]

[It takes a couple of blinks and a few deep breaths for Anise to realize that Ion wasn't dead before her again... She can't seem to stop trembling, though.]

S-sorry, Ion. I-I just - for a second there, I thought you were... [She shakes her head.]

It was nothing, never mind. It's pretty late, though! What brings you here...?

[His frown deepens. She can deny it all she wants, he can tell she just saw something upsetting. Probably something that wasn't there.] I saw something in my room earlier and...

[He notices her trembling and stops midway, walking into the room.] Are you sure you're all ri-

[There's no time for him to finish that sentence. The room disappears around him the moment he steps through the door, replaced by a narrow cliff edge overlooking a pit of lava within Mt. Zaleho. The cliff crumbles under his feet and Ion scrambles backwards in a vain attempt at saving himself, only to fall down into the boiling pit of...!]

[Nothing. It's over in seconds, with Ion having crashed to his knees after letting out a pained cry. His eyes are shot open wide in horror, and his voice is weak when he speaks.] ...w-what... just...

Ion! [She falls to her knees as well, grasping her friend by the shoulders to keep him upright. She looks at him with wide, concerned eyes.]

A-are you okay? What just happened?

[...] D-did you see something...?

[It takes a moment and a few deep breaths before he's calmed down.]

I saw... I-I was at Mt. Zaleho and-

[He stops. That's a sore topic in more ways than one. Shaking his head as though he could shake that image out of his mind, he looked back up at Anise.] You saw something too... when you opened the door?

Y-yeah... Ion, you were... [Anise shudders slightly. Don't make her say it, Ion.] It doesn't matter, it wasn't real, anyway.

Are you okay?

[He gets the idea of what she means. Then nods.] I'm fine now, just... a bit shaken up.

If this is part of the experiment as well, how long do you think it'll last? [Then, quieter.] I don't know how long I'll be able to handle seeing Mohs under my bed...

[Oh man. Just the thought of Mohs being anywhere near them makes Anise blanch.]

I-it sure feels like an experiment. I had a feeling that the weird costumes weren't the end of it. But hopefully it'll be over in a few days...?

[Just taking one of Ion's hands into her own, then, since she knows he's probably scared out of his mind right now.] Come on, you can stay in my room.

[Mohs is the worst hallucination to see, ever.]

Hopefully...

[Ion holds that hand tightly in return before getting back to his feet. He's shaking a little and looks a bit more pale than usual, but still manages to smile at Anise.] Thank you, Anise.

[She smiles right back, hoping to reassure him, before turning round towards her bed

And seeing another green-haired boy lying there, gazing straight at Anise with empty eyes...]

[She freezes, mid-step.]

[To her credit, she chants a mental mantra to herself. It's not there it's not real Ion's right here--...]

[But then the Ion opens its mouth to speak to her-]

Why did you kill me, Anise...? You were my most... cherished...

[Anise's grip on Ion's hand tighten considerably. He may notice she's trembling again.]

Anise...? [His eyes follows hers over to the bed, where he sees nothing, but he can tell whatever she's seeing must be so... oh, Anise.]

[Without a word, Ion wraps his free arm around Anise and pulls her into a hug, hoping to fight away the hallucinations. And while he's at it, he closes his own eyes tightly so he doesn't see anything that'll prevent him from comforting her right now.]

It's okay Anise... I'm right here.

[She takes a deep breath to calm herself, grateful for the hug because at least this way, she doesn't have to see anything she doesn't want to.]

[It takes a moment, but she'll pull back a little. It won't do to worry Ion!]

I-I know. Sorry about that, Ion! It's gone now. [And you know what? For good measure, she's going to glare in the direction of the illusion (that thankfully isn't there anymore!)]

[There's still a frown on his face. She's not going to get him to stop worrying just like that.] You don't have to apologize, Anise. It's all right.

[He glances over at the bed as well, a part of him wondering what she saw, but... it was probably best he didn't ask.] We should both try and get some sleep.

Yeah... Sleep sounds good. [Not that she thinks she'll get any, after what she'd just seen on that bed.]

This is gonna be way too long of a week...

[Ion nods in agreement, looking a little weary already, and this was just the first night!] Well, at least when we're asleep we won't have to worry about seeing things, right?

[...unless the hallucinations included nightmares. Please, please don't let them include nightmares. Still holding onto Anise's hand, he makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat before scooting over to the other side, all the while making sure not to let go of that hand.]

FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

[House 1 - Ion and Anise - Late At Night]

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