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!

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. Not even real. [It's not real. He knows it's not real. So why let it affect him at all?



He sets his knife aside before he bruises his hand, gripping it to the point of pain.]

It'll probably last until Halloween.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[watching your hands, you know.]

... hm. Wouldn't be surprised if it got worse.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Don't try to be too optimistic. [Voice weathered by weariness, he's making a point not to look behind him.

Because there's a shadow looming at the edges of his peripheral vision. And it makes Sanji's hands tighten into balls]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Heh. You've got a ...point. [pause, watching very closely. Ginko shifts-- irritable at whatever unseen thing is drawing the tension tight in those fingers.]

1/3

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He barely hears Ginko. His senses are concentrated on that shadow that flickers between realness and imagination, until he's gritting his teeth as hard as he's clenching his fists and--

Damn it. There's only so much he can take; Sanji's had enough of this shit.

He jerks his head to the side, eye defiantly ready to stare down what he knows is lurking next to him, and give it a healthy "Fuck you". It's not real. He doesn't need to treat it as such.]

I lied, I need 4 for this

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[And instead, he's left staring at air. Empty air.



.... Tch.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Well, anyway. [He makes a point of looking put-out to combat the roll of relief nearly making him dizzy.

That's right, shithead. Stay the fuck out of his line of vision.]

It can't end too soon, I know that much. [He turns - at last - to shoot Ginko a small grin]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[The smile freezes on his face when it's not Ginko he finds.

The man's still sitting at the chair, of course, but he might as well have disappeared for all Sanji's paying attention. Something sharp and heavy explodes sensation near the chef's abdomen, pulling his startled gaze downward. He watches red seep out and down, staining his shoes and the floor, his pants (they were his favorite, too) as well as the knife that's reflecting his surprised expression.

He's too surprised to be in pain. He can't even think to jerk back when he lifts his stare up again and looks himself in the face.

This isn't real. This isn't.

But he drops down on one knee anyway.]

1/2

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [his body relaxes when whatever Sanji was watching seems to have vanished.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[And then this-- shadow standing between them, that is different in form to Ginko than it is to the chef, whose face he can see through the outline of a man.

But he sees the same knife, and the same motion-- and stands up so abruptly that the chair clatters over.


.... and there's nothing there. He shuts his eye, and opens it to nothing still.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Ginko's reaction is nearly as startling as being stabbed - I was stabbed, huh? That was weird - causing Sanji to look at him in waning bemusement, now that the shock has finally receded with the hallucination.]

... You alright? [He's certainly okay. His hand is clutched near his stomach still, and it takes him precious seconds to get back to his feet but... he's okay.

He figures, in dark amusement, better him than someone else]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Ginko leans down to right the chair, in silence. Then he sits down again and pulls out a cigarette, with a long, hissing exhale.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Another pause as Sanji just watches.]

Was it the same thing I saw? [If it was, Ginko will know what he's referring to]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

.... [he lights his cigarette and exhales a thin stream of smoke]

Probably.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[So they can share the illusions, too.

That manages to bother Sanji more than their existence.

He turns back to his food without a reply, movements mechanical now. Five minutes later and he shoves the last of it into the oven with some ounce of relief. Done. And with no more distractions.

When he turns his head a fraction, he nearly laughs, and a small gurgle of sound escapes his throat anyway.

Bleeding walls.] Is that supposed to scare me?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Ginko doesn't offer anything to fill the silence, either. But he glances in the direction Sanji's looking, to see nothing. He has a guess, thought]

...sometimes they're just odd.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He takes a seat at the table and leans as far back as he can without tipping over, glaring pointedly at the ceiling]

So long as they don't get too creative. I'm already sick of this.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [his gaze flicks to the floor where he thought---- no.] I'm sure it's working towards some spectacular ending, however-- if the last holiday was any indication.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Which one was that again? [There's been so many. He can't keep track of them all]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he slouches, tiredly] Valentine's Day, wasn't it?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

That was over half a year ago, Ginko. [Keep up, man.

Sanji still makes a face over the thought of it anyway. He's got no problem with the holiday as much as he does the Malnosso tradition]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Really? [...wait, wow.

He has to think about this.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[...]

It happened before my birthday, right? And it's been at least eight months since that.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

....


Huh.


[sorry, this is suddenly clear to him with alarming clarity. And he's been here the whole....

Damn.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[It's fine; what he said finally hits him as well. He counts the months until his next birthday.

Four. Less than that, even.

And with that thought, comes the next, which is even more humbling]

... Almost been a year. [About a month until then]