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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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[When China stops speaking, he can tell that he's seeing something and moves forward. The white-knuckled grip is a dead giveaway and he reaches out once he thinks China is okay, trying to take the cup from him before he crushes it and harms himself.]

China-san...

[The cup is easily taken once China realises what he's doing and gives Japan a numb stare, trying to bring himself back. He's muttering, softly, as he wonders if that's exactly how his people felt when they--]

Li Zicheng, he...the Yellow River...

[He sets the cup on the counter and moves it away so it can't be knocked off accidentally. He's quiet for a bit, but thinks he should say this. It's how he's getting over the worst of it, at least.]

It's in the past, China-san. These things are long past us.

I know. I know.

[He tries for some vehemence in his tone. Does he? Of course he does, that--it was long ago. But it's so much harder to convince himself of that when the memories keep on rushing back. He doesn't want to recall all of those times, not at once like this.]

Ha... [A tiny, forced chuckle.] I should be able to handle this.

[He seems to shrink a little from the small bit of anger in China's voice, pulling back a step as he looks down at the floor. Yes, China would know. He'd know better than all of them. But he hadn't seen the betrayal coming. He'd believed until the time you cut him that there was no way he'd ever be harmed by his family. Japan flicks his head slightly to the side to chase away the voices, the weight of a phantom katana in his hands.]

The severity of the hallucinations is enough that even the strongest of us would have trouble handling it, China-san. Do not be so hard on yourself.

[China rubs a shaky hand across his face, at last looking with a tired expression at Japan. More tired than he allows himself to show, ever, and he sinks back against the counter for support, because his limbs feel all too heavy. A slight dip of his head and a slow shake of it, back and forth.]

Still, I-- [Pause. A rough sigh.] Perhaps. Perhaps so...

[He moves forward and motions for China to walk with him, hopefully back to bed because the older nation looks tired for once which is unusual.]

I will bring you tea in a moment. Please relax in the living room.

[There's a tiny tensing along China's shoulders, like he's about to protest and with how much this has been wearing on him, he's prone to snapping. But he doesn't, instead pursing his lips and moving to do so.]

Hah...very well. Thank you, then.

[He follows a few minutes later, bringing China a cup of tea, but in a non-breakable cup. He doesn't want China to harm himself after all.

Wordlessly, he holds the cup out to him, looking him over for signs of any distress.]

[That his whole body is tense might be a sign of distress, as well as how he's holding the cup tighter than he would normally. But he sips from it after a short nod of thanks.

He's not going to break, though. He's been through all of this, he can do it again, even if it's difficult. More than difficult, right now.]

...

[Japan watches for a moment, then turns and leaves. He comes back a minute or two later with a blanket which he drapes over China's shoulders.]

...Staying out here too late at night will give you a chill. Try to rest, China-san.

[China makes a low, amused noise deep in his throat, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Maybe laughter.]

Hah. I can try, aru.

[With the return of that 'tic' of his, he's trying to seem all right, as well.]

[Japan pauses and then turns to leave, stops and turns back. He feels bad if he leaves China out here by himself, but he isn't sure if China wants to be alone. Would it be better if he stayed or if he gave China privacy? He isn't sure of anything other than the fact that his own nightmares are getting worse, growing more and more real as time passes.]

...Shall I make something to eat if we're to be up anyway?

[China glances over to him briefly, back to the cup in his hand and then gestures with one hand, holding the cup in his other.]

...If you'd like to, I wouldn't say no to something to eat, aru.

[As long as those phantom feelings of nausea from withdrawals from too many years ago stay away, he thinks he should be able to stomach something.]

[He nods his head and moves off then. It's easier to deal with everything if he keeps himself busy. After a few moments, China might hear the sounds of him moving quietly about in the kitchen.]

[China closes his eyes and leans back, pressing his palm over them and trying to ignore the sudden emptiness of his stomach and body aching. It'll be over in a moment, he knows, he just needs to--give it a moment. After that, he busies himself with drinking his tea.]

[And he returns a bit later with a tray of simple foods - rice and ginger to help settle the stomach, a light broth, tofu and a new pot of tea. He sets it down in front of China.]

[China nods his thanks, glancing up at him. Then he rubs a hand over his face. He's not used to being the one being taken care of.]

...Thank you, Japan.

[Japan isn't used to taking care of him either, but he is used to doing housework and taking care of people (like his boss). He simply nods and takes a step back - freezing suddenly when he sees his shadow on the wall holding a katana to China's shadow. A moment later and the image is gone, leaving no trace of its appearance other than a shallowness to Japan's breathing.]

O-of course.

[China looks up as he sees him freeze, observes him keenly (if with a tinge of tiredness) and moves to begin to eat.]

You should get rest too, aru. As best you can.

.... [He lowers his eyes and closes them, nodding slowly.]

Yes. Once I finish in the kitchen.

[Which will be never. The kitchen is going to be meticulously spotless for this entire horrible time.]

[There's a small noise of disapproval.]

Don't take too long there.

....

[He bows and disappears into the kitchen where he's just going to clean things that don't need cleaning.]

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