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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ah... sorry, it's nothing. I thought I heard something.

If yer startin' ta see things then we need ta stop messin' around and get outta this fog.

The tavern is closer than either of our homes, let's go camp there before things get worse. I'll treat ya to a drink.

Sounds good to me. [Picks himself up and offers a hand.] Let's get out of here.

[Taking that hand, I think you broke his back.]

Though gettin' drunk might stop the hallucinations, or make 'em worse. I dunno I didn't think this through but it's better than this.

Well either way, at least we'll be drunk?

'Cause drunken hallucinations are bound ta counteract the real ones, right?

We can hope, I guess.

Maybe that's just wishful thinkin'.

[OK, off to the bar they go. It really is a good thing it's so close, but that fog doesn't help the vision.]

I guess we'll find out. [Vash is fairly quiet on the way to the bar. Keeping busy by telling himself the things he thinks he sees are not real.]

[When they get to the bar, Raven wastes no time in sitting down at a table and letting out a sigh. He doesn't want to admit it, he's not one to ever talk about what's on his mind, but he's still pretty shaken up by the earlier events.]

At least we're safe, fer now.

[Vash laughs in amusement has he hears a gun being cocked nearby.] Yup! Perfectly safe now!

Ya don't look too good kid, let's get some drinks in. What do ya want?

Edited 2010-11-01 02:34 (UTC)

Whiskey. Hard whiskey.

[He gets up and heads over to the bar, returning a few minutes later with two bottles of hard whiskey in hand.]

Here ya go! Try not ta get too drunk, I'm not draggin' ya back home.