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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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[So now it's all chaos. Raphael writhing, Derek writhing, and April falling back on the floor in surprise, just at an angle where she can see the clown painting in the living room. A clown painting that begins to leer at her in an unpleasant fashion before opening its mouth to reveal sharp, pointed teeth.]

......AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH CLOWN! CLOWN! TEETH!

[Chaos doesn't even start to cover it; now Derek is whipping around to stare at the ill fated clown painting, which of course sends tentacles, slime and nearly unidentifiable limbs swooshing through the air in every direction. He sees the clown, the teeth, and hisses back in threat.]

WHAT THE FUCK!

[By now, Raph's somehow wedged himself in the small space between the toilet and the bathtub, rocking manically and still clawing at himself. Under his breath, he's repeating like a mantra:]

Get 'em off. Get 'em off. Get 'em off...

Edited 2010-10-29 01:11 (UTC)

No! It's--my painting's FINE, it won't hurt you! Illusion, Derek! Quick, Raphael's gonna hurt himself like that--[Scrambling toward the downed turtle, now--reaching out to touch him on the leg.]

Raphael, stop.

[It took Don a while to realize that those other screams were real, and coming from inside the house. As soon as this dawns on him, he bursts through the front door, looking for the source of the cries.

The flailing tentacled monster in the living room pings his fight reflex, but he forces it down. Raph is somewhere else in the house and needs help.

Don nearly trips over April, his costume and his haste impeding his usual grace. Once inside the bathroom, he tries to crawl into Raph's corner, reaching to cradle him in his arms.]

Raph... Raph...

[Raph just shudders in his brother's embrace, then wraps his arms around his shell, hugging him fiercely.]

They were takin' my skin off.

[Don strokes Raph's - fur - consolingly.]

They're not. You're okay.

[He looks at April over the toilet, mouthing What happened?]

[April mouths back, "No idea!" as she tries to get to her feet. The floppy shoes make this difficult.]

Raphael, it was a hallucination. There's no one taking your skin off, okay?

[He opens his eyes and lifts his head, jaw set and glaring heatedly at April.]

I know what I saw.

[He's scared to death, and now more than ready to lash out at anything that moves. He doesn't move out of his brother's embrace, but every muscle goes tense. Tread lightly, guys. He's stressed out and one false move can warrant an attack.]

[Donatello has often been comforted by a furry person, but he's never done it in reverse. It's - strange.]

They're gone now.

[Don tries to feel through the fake fur, to make sure Raph is all right underneath the costume, and things get even stranger as he notices how real the strands seem.]

Are you hurt?

[Don's question is distracting enough. He turns his bare forearms over, exposing red, raw tracks from the clawing of his fingernails.]

They were...[His eyes dart across the room, positive the bugs will start pouring in again.] They were eatin' me alive.

[April takes a deep breath and tries not to shrink beneath that glare.] You just need to calm down. You're gonna be fine. Can I get you anything, Raph? A glass of water? Or a balloon poodle? [It's the clown outfit, she can't help it. Also, she's good at balloon poodles.]

April, Derek looked like he could use some help...

[Take the subtle hint?]

Edited 2010-10-30 00:48 (UTC)

[Raph grits his teeth at April's joke. Not funny. That is Not. Funny. Part of him wants to start yelling, get up and say something nasty, show that he's fine even though that whole thing back there was a big freakin' deal.

He doesn't get up, and he keeps himself from shouting, but he does let something slip with his glare.]

Does it look like I need a goddamn balloon?

Well, NO, but I thought, you know... [Abashed, April backs out of the room. She loves Raphael. She hates his anger, especially when it's directed at her, which is admittedly rare. Unfortunately, her response is a flare of indignant temper.]

We're all DEALING with this crap, okay Raph? You don't have to bite my head off!

April, please.

[Don has had hallucinations, too. But, as usual, he hasn't said anything about his experiences. He's just listened patiently to everyone else freaking out, and tried to be quietly supportive. An argument about whose visions are worse than whose isn't going to help anyone right now.]

[April's rise only makes Raph's temper flair hotter. He already hates himself for yelling at her, but it's the only thing he can think of doing at the moment.]

You wanna see me bite your head off? It ain't funny. [He pushes away from Don, standing up to make a dramatic, wide-sweeping gesture around the room.] All this crud ain't funny! And your stupid jokes don't make it funny. Got it?

[Wuh oh. April can feel her cheeks growing hot, and that is always a bad sign.] All I'm saying is that we need to STEP BACK and keep our heads, alright? If you don't need me to help out, I can take a hint!

[Raph opens his mouth to retaliate, then cuts himself off. Instead he just scrubs his hands over his face and turns is back to her.]

[Raph standing up leaves Don awkwardly wedged against the bathtub, with no place to go. All he can do is touch Raph's knee, silently telling him to calm down.]

[April, meanwhile, leaves them. Of course she's hurt by Raph's behavior, but mostly she's mad at herself for not being more helpful and for letting her temper get the better of her. The floppy shoes make sad little squeaky noises as she walks away.]

[Raph just sits on the rim of the tub and cradles his head in his hands. Now he really feels like crud.]

[Don levers himself up to sit next to Raph, putting a hand on his shoulder.]

[When Raph seems a little calmer:] It was bugs, wasn't it.

[Raph stiffens at the accusation. He can't help himself. He has to compensate with the tough guy act to make up for all that screaming.]

I ain't afraid of bugs.

[Call it what you want, Raphael, you certainly have a very negative reaction to them.]

Do you want to get out of the bathroom?

FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

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