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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[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]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

... damn. [he runs the fingers still holding a cigarette through his hair. Maybe it was seeing the past within touching distance, the past week. Maybe it was the sudden realization that he was used to this, not to mention the person sitting across from him--

-- but he suddenly finds it a little overwhelming.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Damn indeed. And the homesickness that fills him is more real and more painful than anything the hallucinations could do.

... That they don't belong here never left him, but the truth of it... he muted that out of necessity.

He spares a glance at Ginko, until he can't hold the picture in his mind and goes back to staring at the ceiling]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Funny that. Ginko feels the same way.

--only there's a morbid tinge to his thoughts, that sets him wondering how real any of this really is. Memories and present experience. he can't help asking questions.

But he pushes it all away, again, out of habit. And shakes his head]

... hmmm.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Hm? [He doesn't look again, but his attention focuses back on the other]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he just shrugs and blows smoke at the space in front of him]

....strange.

[that's really all there is to say. Not like he didn't know it, before.]