FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

[fourteen]

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!

Comments

time = broken!

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[San doesn't afraid of any stupid fog, but last night it seemed better to stay away from the village and all the shouts the humans were making.

So this morning she's pretty untouched when she comes across Ginko. It's clearly him even with the costume. And while it's not exactly light enough to see, she'll do her best. She's no good at tending injuries the way humans might, but Ginko can have what she can do.]

\o\

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[there's a grunt and a slight shift, as the touch slowly pulls him back into consciousness]

.....nnng.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

You're not dead.

[observation? Reassurance? Relief? ...Something else? Take your pick. She's keeping you from bleeding.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

I guess not. [tiredly. Where-the-hell-and-why. But he at least half-notices what she's doing and mumbles] Ahh- thanks.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Who attacked you?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Mm. I don't remember being attacked. I don't remember anything.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

...You weren't taken by the Malnosso again? [as in, 'you weren't kidnapped again, were you?']

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

No.

[a slight shudder, looking irritated] I was just walking back, form the mountains.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Stay here.

[and she disappears for the moment into the forest]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Alr--- [huh. Well, he does as she asked. Trying to use what filial magic he can, feeling this exhausted.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[she's not gone long. It took a bit more work to find him again, but still. She's got water in some sort of natural container or other for him to drink.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[he takes it from her, with his good hand]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[Moro didn't teach her to say you're welcome. She will just crouch there and watch him.]