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

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[Kratos could've heard that scream if he was a mile away. As it stands, he's inside the house, and the moment he heard it, he rushed outside, ignoring Lloyd who reaches out and calls his name and needs him in favor of the very real person who needs him more.

Once he's near her, he places a hand on her shoulder firmly, as if letting her know there's someone who isn't a hallucination here for her.]

Presea.

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Presea jumps at the sudden touch, shaking and breathing much harder than she had been. She looks over her shoulder at the man, trying desperately to calm down, but it was difficult. She hadn't been so spooked in a while.]

Kratos? I--forgive me...I thought, I... I am all right. [It wasn't real, it wasn't real. Alicia wasn't like that. It wasn't real.]

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[Kratos narrows his eyes, only to widen them once he hears that call.

"Daddy...!"

Against his better judgment, he looks up- Sees a younger Lloyd, bloodied with a shoe missing, reaching for him. Kratos has to tighten his grip on Presea's shoulder a little.

This had to be an illusion. Lloyd wouldn't... be here... And he was all right when Dirk found him, wasn't he...?]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Presea stares up at the man, waiting for him to reply, to move, to do anything. The grip on her shoulders was something, but not enough for her nerves to be calmed. He must be suffering through one of the illusions as well. Just like she had minutes before.]

Kratos...

[Presea hesitates, but puts her hands over the one holding her shoulder. Hopefully that'd help a little. Or at least snap his out of it.]