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

stfu. you 8] at me until I replied

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Eh? [That's the first thing out of your mouth? Sanji's visibly confused, distracted from his healing]

Of course I'm alright. [His eye narrows in concern once more.] Just shut it and take it easy.

SHHHHHHHHH...... 8]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. [the green gaze narrows right back. And he winces, more in irritation in finding he's been sporadically lacerated, than anything.]

Thanks.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oi, I'm not finished. [One of the arms is mostly patched up, but he's got the other one plus the neck to look at]

And what the hell happened? [Brushing past the subject of himself for now. He's more interested in hearing what fun you had, Ginko]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[...and there it is. He tries to remember, and is greeted with nothing but darkness-- and the sense of some oppressive fear.

That's a little too familiar.]

I don't know.

... I don't remember anything. [a furtive pause] I was just trying to head back into town.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You don't remember anything. [the severity of that statement isn't directed at him, but it's a rare day when Ginko is caught unawares.]

... Alright, what's the last thing you remember? Just walking through the forest?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he shifts and touches his neck.]

I don't even remember getting that far. I just remember sunset-- and this sense of [pause] really, overwhelming danger.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Worrying as it may be, that's not enough information to go on. Sanji almost keeps pressing him, but Ginko's injured and probably still disoriented.]

C'mon, let's get inside. [The glow from his hands dies as he finishes up the second arm. He figures he can work on the neck once they get in the house, and he tugs at Ginko's sleeve to get him moving]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Mm. [he nods, shifting his left arm with his right so that he can roll to a knee and stand]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji lets Ginko get up by himself, it doesn't look like he needs the help, but after the man's standing, follows behind him like a jailer.]

Heh, don't suppose you're hungry? [It's to ease the mood, for once; not Sanji's usual demands that Ginko keep himself fed]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a pause that shows him lost in some thought-- before he smirks a little over his shoulder.]

Why do you think I was walking all the way back? [eheh.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Good. Since you bleeding everywhere interrupted my cooking. [The obvious punishment is to feed you.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that. [Except that he isn't, really.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Smart ass reply? Guess Ginko's in better shape than he first thought. Sanji will take it as a good sign, and ushers the man in and straight to a kitchen chair.

That jacket gets an eyeful of momentary distaste] Off with it. I still need to get your neck.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[irritable mutter, as he tries] It won't stay off. I've tried.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Then push it out of the way.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[/frowning. FROWNING. But he can manage that well enough.

SIGH.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Oh shut it, you baby, and let Sanji strangle you.

He takes the time to be grateful that Ginko can't see his face, as he begins healing him again; Sanji's standing from behind, and the glares he's sending the scratches could ignite something. And that the mushishi remembers nothing means Sanji can't yet find the source of the problem to deal with it in his own way.]

Feel better? [He removes his hands, stepping back for the stove]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he rubs the back of his neck with his right hand]

Yeah. [glances over] Thanks.

1/2

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji makes a sound in the back of his throat and abruptly turns away so he doesn't have to look, shoulders locked tight.

Watching himself kill someone wasn't funny the first time. It's even less funny now, no matter that he knows it's just a shitty hallucination designed to get under his skin]

1/2

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

.......



Oh.

[he stifles the odd impulse to apologize-- and the stronger impulse to ask what he's seeing.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

["Oh" about covers it.

Ten seconds pass before he looks over again. Whatever he sees sets his frame at ease, if not his expression]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he shifts] You alright?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [If that isn't the automatic response for half of Luceti this week.] It wasn't important.

[Now, back to that food. The crew'll be up soon; he can't waste anymore time being distracted]