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

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

[He rubs at the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.] The hell is all this, man...?

[ledbythewind]

An experiment, most likely... which means it will last for a few more days, if the previous experiments we've had are any indication.

[There's a grim note to his voice as he says this, because he's honestly not sure he'll be able to stand a few more days of these horrible visions.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki glances between the two of them, exhales thickly.]

It's only a couple more days. As long as we stick together like this, it won't be as bad...

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah... A-as long as I glue myself to your side. [Perhaps literally.

He keeps his eyes closed. If he can't see anything he can't hallucinate, right?]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard's expression softens out into one of concern rather than fear. Isamu seems to be the worst off out of the three of them, at least so far...

Quietly he reaches his other hand over to find Isamu's free hand and give it a squeeze.]

We promised, didn't we? No matter what happens.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki gives Richard a little smile before turning his eyes back to his friend with a firm nod.]

Right? So don't expect us to leave you alone.

[And, with a flash of somewhat wry humour, can't help but think that Isamu's going to be sick of them whenever this experiment decides to end.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Not any different from normal then, huh?

[Man, his humor's falling flat today. He needs to work on that.]

[ledbythewind]

Exactly.

[It's okay, Isamu, you're forgiven. Richard isn't really in a trolling mood either.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[A somewhat weak little smile and nod from Naoki as he just quietly reaffirms his grip on both of their hands.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...This is gonna suck.

[ledbythewind]

Even so, we should try to keep our routines as normal as possible. These visions are only going to get worse if we don't eat or sleep properly.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [A beat--] Maybe we should try camping out here in the living room to sleep.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Are we gonna make a sofa fort? [He chuckles a little at that.]

[ledbythewind]

A what?

[You guys are gonna have to explain what that is to him. Princes are not exactly allowed to build sofa forts in the castle.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Oh yeah, he keeps forgetting Richard grew up in a palace.]

Oh, it's...kinda turns out like a tent. You usually take off and use sofa cushions and blankets and drape a blanket over them.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, man. You probably had huge pieces of furniture that would have been awesome for this sort of thing.

[Distraction!] Naoki, your boyfriend's been missing out.

[ledbythewind]

We had more than enough furniture, but I wasn't exactly permitted to use it for something like that.

... would it be all right to build one here?

[DISTRACTIONS ARE GOOD. Richard can get behind this idea.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki blinks at that. Okay, so he hasn't built one since...who knows when, but-- He glances to Isamu inquiringly.]

Want to?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

We have to now. For Richie's sake.

[ledbythewind]

Please, don't feel like you have to do this just for me.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Well, we might as well. [And the distraction will be good for the both of you.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

No, it's a must. No excuses, Richie. You've been denied. [He starts to stand.] Everyone off.

[ledbythewind]

[This time Richard's smile is truly genuine as he stands as well, reluctantly letting go of their hands.]

I don't think I could protest that even if I wanted to.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki chuckles quietly into one hand as he stands. Time to take those couch cushions off. They're really making a sofa fort, huh.]

No, you can't.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu gets right to work. This is good. He can focus on something silly for a while.

And he's definitely forcing all his focus on it. This fort will be hardcore.]