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

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

...unless I was possessed! That would be a different story.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...]

What?

1/3 *_*

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

What? Did I stutter? Why not pay a little more attention more often? It might do you some good! Ahahaha! Come on--what's with that face? Got a problem with me, Noel?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Huh? I bet you're thinking, "Oh, no! Wh-What's wrong with Nami?" --I'm right, aren't I? Right?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

...Oh, man. Don't tell me! Have you seriously forgotten already? How many times has it been now? Maybe you should get that cute little head of yours checked! Hehehe.

1/2

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[No.

Please tell her this isn't happening--because it's not. This is all just a hallucination, no matter how real it looks and how horrible it feels and how her voice is no longer Nami's.

The chatter within the bar fades away from her mind, and all she can see is Terumi sitting next to her.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[--This isn't... he's not...]

Y-You're not real...

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Hahahahaha! Can you really tell yourself that, after all the wonderful time we've spent together? Or, wait, let me guess! You forgot that, too? Wow! This is just sad. Should I remind you, or are you just going to let it all sink in for yourself? Well? You better hurry up and choose!

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

...Go away.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Man, you know, it reaaaaally gets on my nerves when I have to repeat myself, but I guess I can make one small exception, just for you! After all, it's not like you've been as completely useless as First Lieutenant Garbage over there. Somewhere. ...oh, whatever.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I hate you. Go away.

...never thought I'd use this icon on you 8|

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Remember, Noel? [And she leeeeans right in close. Noel might be aware of the faint grip on her shoulders, shaking gently. But then again...]

You're a puppet. My--

LMFAO OH GOD NAMI NOOOO

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[That's all Noel can take before she abruptly stands up, knocking over her glass in the process and causing the contents to spill over Terumi.

Assuming it's Terumi, she gives him the darkest glare she can muster.] Shut up! I'm not!

[...or is it Terumi?]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Well. Try and shake your best friend out of whatever she's seeing and get a drink in the face for your trouble. Uh.

Well no, she's not angry. A little put out. But ...circumstances. Nami's just gonna ...lean back a little now and drip at you. :| And not say anything, because it's clear that whoever you're talking to, it's not her.]

1/3

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, and then... it's all gone. Just like that.

Where Terumi was seated, there's Nami.

It was all just...]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...hi, Nami.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[Pushing sodden hair back from her face. Soda-sticky. Ugh. But she smiles anyway, uncertainly.]

Are you back now?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She almost hesitates to say anything at first because she's afraid that whatever answer she gives will trigger just something else.

Noel will finally manage something, however.] Did you... hear any of that?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I heard you. Nobody else.

What did you hear?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...it occurs to Noel that something bad happened here a while ago.

She has a feeling she doesn't want to know. Despite feeling exhausted, she stays standing, her head hanging low.]

Terumi. I... saw Terumi. [Not even considering her words here.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...and Nami doesn't even take into account that Noel might not know how much Nami knows. But her face falls, and she stands up, hands back on Noel's shoulders.]

He's not here anymore. [Is he? ...no, he'd have tried to kill her by now. Probably.] He hasn't been here since around the time you went home. Gone. Whatever you're seeing, it's not real.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I know that. [The fact that she recognized his name doesn't immediately cross her mind.] I know... you've told me so many times, but even so... it was almost too real. [How fluidly he moved, how his laugh could echo in the bar, the cold, disgusting feeling of his hand on her shoulder...

...nothing like the warmth of her friend's. Noel makes eye contact with Nami again, a meek expression laced in her features.

At the very least, she's not alone, and the friendly hands that replace the former are a strong reminder of it.] ...I'm sorry. I should be stronger.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I think you're pretty strong already. It's hard to fight that kind of thing, Noel. [Especially if she's seeing what Nami suspects.] I think you'll be fine. It's just gonna be a nasty couple of days.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Nami... [...]

The least I could have done was not spill my drink on you.