lucetilogs | 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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How did I get here? What happened!?

[He's still backing away. He doesn't even know what he's afraid oh- no wait. Maybe he does. Those innocent white spots on San's mushroom cap are starting to look like vicious eyes.]

Stop it. I'm not going to hurt you.

[He hears San's voice, but he can't focus. His breathing is heavy and he still looks panicked. He's trying, however, to calm down. It doesn't seem to be working.]

[San is just staring him right in the eye. She'll keep doing so until he calms down or tries to run. In his state she doesn't think it would take much to stop him.]

There's nothing dangerous to you here.

[except, you know, her. But she already said she wouldn't hurt him.]

[He buries his head into his arms. Sure, it may not be manly, but he can't help it. Staring at the ground is the easiest way to try and calm down. His heart is still racing and it won't stop.]

... I can't remember how I got here.

You look like you were attacked.

[she's totally going to touch that lump on his head. Far more gently than Sokka might expect]

By what?

[As soon as he feels her hand up there, he jerks away.]

Ow! What are you doing?

Something that could hit you or throw you.

[no explanation is necessary. It obviously hurt.]

I wanted to know if it was real.

It's real.

[He's slowly starting to regain his wits. Among them is the fact San is actually helping him.]

... why are you here?

Mother would be angry if she didn't get to eat you herself.

What!?

[This is not something you tell someone who is trying NOT to freak out.]

The Malnosso don't need the satisfaction of killing you with an...experiment.

I don't want the Malnosso or Moro killing me!

And you're not dead.

[just accept that she couldn't just leave you here unconscious]

Are you too injured to stand?

... I don't know. [But that's his cue to try and stand. He pushes himself up, using the tree as support. Nothing is broken, fortunately. He's just tired and bruised.]

Why are the humans in the village afraid?

[Clearly he's missed something.]

Afraid? What are you talking about?

They have been screaming.

... I don't remember any of that. [But he hasn't been in the village since...]

I need to check on Suki.

[Can you even walk straight?]

Did they return Katara?

[Maybe. He hasn't tried yet.]

No. [He stares at the ground.] They sent Aang home. And I guess Appa too. I never found him.

[San growls a little.]

...Are you hungry?

[So does he! Or rather, his stomach does. A bit.]

... very hungry.

[Here have an apple. She carries a few.]

Thanks. [He hastily takes a bite of it. Sweet, sweet nourishment. Although he can't help but regard San oddly. Why's she being so nice?]

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