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

[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.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Psh. She grins.] Nothing a trip to the bathroom won't fix. Will you be okay for a few minutes if I just go wash my hair out?

[..this is a serious question, girl, because if you can't, she'll stay here and let her hair dry in sticky tangles. 8|]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] I'll be fine. Um... g-go ahead and clean yourself up!

[SHE'S SO SORRY D8]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, that face. Resising urge to pet you like a puppy, Noel. 8|]

Okay. I'll come right back out if you need me. Just give a yell.

[And she heads for the bathroom, letting the door swing shut with a soft click behind her.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She watches Nami enter the bathroom before sighing to herself, taking a seat again.

...Maybe if she closes her eyes, she won't be able to see anything. Let's try that.]

1/hey Noel

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Bellemere-san smiles at her from the mirror, and she jumps. And then closes her eyes briefly, lip curling as she wills the image away. And the gunshot and Arlong's laughter follow soon after that, and though her hand goes automatically to touch at the shoulder, fingers brushing against the same motif printed on her costume... really, it just irritates her. It's the past. It hurts to see and it hurts to hear, but only the dullest of aches by now. And she knows it's not there.

In fact, Nami gets more irritated by going to remove the cat ears from her head, also soaked with soda, and finds that they won't come off. No matter how much she tugs. ...and that fuzzy, cutesy twitch was just in her imagination.]

...great.

[Just fine. She can cope with this. Nothing this place throws at her is anything more than her imagination playing tricks on her.

...so when the wall behind her starts seeping shadow from the very top, streaking down the wall out of sight behind the cubicles, she glances at it impassively in the mirror and decides to pay no more attention than that.]

2/have you ever noticed

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[She gets as far as washing her hands before she hears him laugh.

...

Nami glances down to see the silhouette of a demon forming along the floor, darkness flooding between her feet, before she takes a shuddering breath and gives up on the whole washing idea. Not real, not there, he went home-- but all the same, she'd rather be out with good company in the bar.

So she turns the tap off with one swift jerk and turns for the door, fingers latching onto the handle. Which refuses to budge.

...locked? She didn't lock it--]

3/that our muns

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[The shadow has split into spiders, and she screws her eyes shut, still with one hand behind her trying the door, remembering the fight with Robin in the forest. It's quiet. She can't hear him. So she can only see him. Give it a few seconds. She can be calm, it's okay, just remind herself it's not there--

Peering back.

And he's holding a blood-spattered, torn hat gleefully in his hands.


.....]



...You're not real.

4/are complete sadists?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[And then there is laughter, and what he says, mockingly, is enough to shatter that assurance completely.

...because he's right. Oh--

that--


...


...why did she--]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Hallucinations? What hallucinations?]







Luf--

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[His blood.





She's been here before.]

1/2

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...

Nami sure is taking a while.

...Subject surface solidifying. Now constructing stasis cocoon for...]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...

Let's go see what Nami is up to. To the bathroom!]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[All quiet within. And the handle turns easily enough, but the door hits an obstruction and refuses to open more than an inch.]

btw, SHE'S NOTICED.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[At first, Noel just assumes she hadn't turned the handle correctly and tries again... only to realize that it'll hardly budge.

She tries knocking.] Nami? Are you in there?

We should mutiny.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[There is a soft sound at that, but it's not really an answer. Just a soft, shaky exhalation of breath, heavily muffled by the door. Right at the door.]

/grabs the pitchforks 8|

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...What. It's quiet, but she can hear it alright.] Nami!?

[Now worried that something's gone terribly wrong, Noel will try to shove the door open.]