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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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[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?

[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.]

[...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.]

[The door gives, enough for Noel to try and worm her way through, and the the sudden shove is enough for Nami to snap out of it. ...sort of. One hand reaches up and claws at the basin for support and the other slaps across her mouth. She can still feel the blood. Face is dripping and her fingers are sticky--

Shuddering.]

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[And to Noel, she sees none of that. Just the soda. But, somehow... it's apparent that there's more to it than meets the eye. What in the world...?

She kneels down, taking Nami by the shoulder.] What happened!?

[And Nami jerks as if struck and then reaches out to shove Noel away, mouthing someone unintelligible-- and then ciarity snaps back into her face and she realises just who it is she's shoving.]

N-Noel-- [Room is ..clear. There's no bodies. Nobody. Else. But the two of them.

But she still looks horrified, face beyond white, hands reaching up to pat at her face and then tug at her cheeks.]

My face. There's - it's wet--

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Kyah! [It's a surprisingly good shove from someone like Nami; maybe it's the adrenaline, but Noel goes a good two feet away. Of course, she's not angry. ~~She just threw soda at her ten minutes ago, for god's sake.~~ Instead, she's scared. Not of Nami, but at how all that composure minutes ago has seemingly gone down the drain.

And she panics, too. If the positions were switched, this wouldn't be a problem for Nami, because Nami always knows what to say. But... Noel is...]

Nami, i-it's not real. Whatever you saw, it isn't real! There's just soda on your face. Remember?

[Just...going to stare at you for a minute, Noel.

...it's good advice. Sounds familiar, too.
...soda.

Nami visibly forces herself to drag a hand away from her face to stare at that, instead. Her fingers are damp and trying to stick together - but with sugar.

Not blood.

So she grins, a weak sickly grin.] Guess I'm just a hypocrite, huh.

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[...Noel frowns, her shoulder slump. That's not what she hoped to hear--or see.] No, you aren't. I don't know what you saw, but whatever it was... it must have been scary. With all of these things happening to us at once, it'd be hard for anyone to stay calm.

[Heh.]

Point.

[.......]

[Just...a soft sound, high in the back of her throat.

Burying her face in her hands.]

[It won't take her long to realize what's going on.]

...Nami?

[It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she's crying. Noel can't help but feel helpless as she watches her break down.

...]

[Ignoring the faint smell of sulfur, Noel does the first thing that comes to mind and reaches out to hold her.

Her hands made contact with her arms to pull her in...]

[--And the ringing starts. That all-too familiar ringing. She makes a small, panicked sound before falling silent again.]

[...She sees pictures. Fast, fast images; things she can barely see because it's so dark... empty. It may just be her hallucinating, but she can feel pain. Agony. Despair. It's real.

...Nami...

Even if there is no light, Noel thinks she understands what is occurred. Something that had affected Luceti months ago, when she was still there...

When Nami had been taken away by that darkness.

Even if it goes by so fast, Noel can still see. And though she is angry by these few short moments she's able to witness--why couldn't she help her back then?

...She has to stop. These... images... aren't for her own viewing; nor did she wish to view them in the first place.

Noel tries to break the connection, but it's so heavy...]

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[It takes a few moments for that small gasp to filter in through Nami's hearing, and a few more to connect it with that arrested touch on Nami's arms, which never quite made it to the hug she was kind of hoping for. Feels selfish of her, but it's nice. She doesn't cry that often.

She's not crying all that much now; an adrenalin-snap reaction, because that was really fucking horrible, and so Noel's lack of reaction after that sound of panic stirs Nami to glance up from her hands and see Noel's face.

And that's a look she never wanted to see again--]

Shit. Noel? [Have two soda-sticky hands latch onto your shoulders with a vigorous shake. She's kind of hoping this is a hallucination, so please be startled and say something, Noel.]

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[Luckily, Nami's attempts quickly work, and Noel's returns to the world of the... uh. Living.]

--Nami. [She says her name quickly, almost as if in... reassurance.]

[...well, nothing like stopping the tears than a minor panic attack. 8| So Nami stares at her like an idiot for a few seconds, studying Noel's face, before she settles back, relieved.

...she still feels like crying. But she just wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand instead, and sounds tired.]

Sorry. Are you okay?

[...] I'm fine. But... Nami...

[She's 99.999% positive she knew what she saw. And it's something Noel isn't willing to tell her.

That won't stop her from going back to her original plan and giving her the biggest hug she can muster, though.

She's so sorry, BFF.]

[Hey. Hugs are always good. And instead of stiffening, Nami melts into that hug with a sound that's very much like relief. She needs this. So don't mind the cling, Noel, or the sudden grip of her hands on the back of your costume.

The tears are mostly gone, but there's still that desire buried just under the surface. She blinks, and she can feel them slide down her face. The last of them, maybe.

...probably not. But she's quiet now.]

[After this week, these two are going to need a ton of these. Better to start early than later.

She doesn't pull away. If anything, the hug strengthens moments after.] It's going to be okay.

[It is. She knows that, on some level. She was over this. Unfair that Luceti saw fit to rub it back in her face.

But it never happened. Her crew are much stronger than that.

...]

[...her crew.]

Noel. [Her voice is soft, and she pulls away a bit.] I have to go home. Um. It's hard to explain--

[She just needs to see them.]

FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

btw, SHE'S NOTICED.

We should mutiny.

/grabs the pitchforks 8|

/rouses the mob B| also keywords are NOT APPROPRIATE

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This is like a trauma gravity well :|a

I think we're having too much fun with this. 8|

They should sob in the corner of the bathroom stall forever

But then suddenly, space crickets.

Space crickets on FIRE.

And they know your deepest, darkest secret and aren't afraid to share it.

NUUUU /curls up in bathroom stall with comfort food and watches Steel Magnolias. idk.

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The second Nami leaves Noel will get eaten by the monster in the sink, right?

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Yes.

/pays the nice sink monster