Post-Event Reaction Log!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Post-Event Reactions
When: Today (and tomorrow too)
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Most of Luceti was back to their normal selves. Not only that, but they now remembered their trips to other worlds. So how 'bout that?
Rating: Whatever

This is for today and tomorrow, since not everyone will be fully reverted until then. Remember to tag your characters in!

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[generalflirt]

[It's slow. He needs to go wash off his face, leave a bewildered Linda on the couch, put on a new shirt, and make his way to the door before answering it. It might be long enough to force her to do something.]

[markofthebrave]

[Yeah, it so is. She moves to get her spare key, but... it's not there?

Weird.

Well, whatever. He gets one warning.]

You're scaring me, and if you don't open this door, I'm breaking it down!

[generalflirt]

[Okay dressed, he probably doesn't look like he's been crying, the thing is in order, he smoothed out his hair (but it is somewhat wet from washing his face, shit. Aaaand. He gets the door, forcing a smile.]

I didn't mean to worry you.

[markofthebrave]

[Masaomi may or may not be in the mood to notice, but she is still wearing the earrings he got her.

And she does a double-take when she sees him - what happened to his beard? - before moving forward to hugging him.]

Well, you did. What were you doing in there, shaving?

[generalflirt]

[She's hugging him.

He's loved.

This is wrong

He might not have his rings or anything on, but he does have in his earrings. Standing there, when she hugs him he starts, but... on some reflex goes to hug her back. But words are failing him.

This is wrong He just doesn't quite know why yet]

[markofthebrave]

[...something's wrong.

She was so happy, but - she can tell. It's like he's... not even really there.

She pulls back a little, arms still loosely around him, to stare up at his face.]

Masaomi? What's wrong?

[generalflirt]

["Nothing."

...It's not nothing. It's- ...It can't be. But it is. it is]

...You love me.

[markofthebrave]

...of course I do. That's what I came over to tell you - it's okay. We were right.

[generalflirt]

[...once more, he forces a smile.

We were right.

He can feel himself, he's going to tear up]

...Say, why don't you come inside?

[markofthebrave]

[...this was not a celebration.

This was not him picking her up and spinning her around and whooping for joy, like she'd imagined.

Katara felt dread begin to coil in her stomach.]

...sure.

[And she slowly disentangled herself from him.]

[generalflirt]

[Maybe I should have lied.

Maybe I should have given her the reception she wanted.

...

No, the real (original?) Katara would never have forgiven me.

All he can do is try to make this as easy as possible. All he can do is try to keep her as happy as he can be under this circumstances without betraying his real set of memories. Will she even remember- no. Of course she won't remember. A day that only lives on in their memories. Testing him. Confronting his mother. His birthday.]

What I want to do... and what I ought to do. Huh?

[He mutters that to himself as he turns to enter the apartment. It's tidy. Linda is on the couch sensing the mood is very odd. worth noting is that Masaomi named her Pii in the AU]

[markofthebrave]

[She shuts the door behind her, not quite catching that mutter. She doesn't need to in order to figure out that something was wrong.]

...you don't seem very happy.

[One would almost think that she'd ask 'You don't love me anymore?' - but the knowledge of his love for her has been her constant for months now. She doesn't even think to question that his feelings could have changed.]

[generalflirt]

..I've had a rather surprising morning.

[he rolls his shoulders. What he ought to do. What he wants to do.

...They really aren't all that different, are they. Composing himself once more, he turns to her]

...I'm sorry if I'm upsetting you.

[markofthebrave]

[She comes quite close to him, puts her hand on his arm.]

Tell me what's wrong.

[We can fix it.

We can do anything.]

[generalflirt]

[He smiles a bit, in spite of himself. He doesn't make a move to touch her, but despite all of the pain. All of the suffering. That touch warms him. He just hopes... he doesn't ruin everything in this moment. He hopes]

Aang- [He's hard. He chokes the -kun] is back to normal, right? That's good... that's... fantastic, even.

...But. I'm also back... to normal.

[markofthebrave]

[Katara's not an idiot.

She can put things together quickly enough and she freezes.]

But... you and I were always normal.

[generalflirt]

[...] Normal might not even be the right word, at this point. Ah, no... my vocabulary's failing me a little. I suppose it's what you call "through the looking glass," huh?

[...] I'm from Tokyo, Katara. I'm not a prince.

[markofthebrave]

[The first stage of grief is denial.

And his words hit her like a punch to the gut, but they don't make her skip this step.

Her hand slides right off him.]

No, you're not.

[generalflirt]

I- [His voice breaks a bit] I am. [What does he even say?]

["Sorry"

No.

Hug her. No. Hold her. No. she looks so fragile, he has to do something]

[markofthebrave]

[The second stage of grief is anger.]

But I remember you!

[Her eyes feel hot.

Why would he say this - Masaomi wouldn't say this - he wouldn't hurt her.

Not if it wasn't true.

How could it be true?]

[generalflirt]

I know. [errors. that robot had said there were errors. There was a chance for ERRORS.

Katara is.

Goddamn them]

[markofthebrave]

How could you know if you don't remember too?

[generalflirt]

Because I remembered the last week. I remember... living as someone else.

[And he brushes his hair. to show her that there's the earring there as subtly as he can]

[markofthebrave]

[Just like all the other experiments.

Masaomi wouldn't wear earrings.

There is no appeal she can make, no oath that she knows, no place she can reach to for strength as Katara feels her heart begin to break. Her shoulders hunch and her eyes fill with tears.]

Someone else - you're someone else?

[She shakes her head.

The third stage of grief is bargaining.]

But you can't be.

[generalflirt]

I... [...what does he even say to that? Is he someone else? To Katara, yes. To his own standards... no. As far as his memories of that other Masaomi go he had his struggles yes, but nowhere near what he had. Nothing of what he has suffered. His eyes go wide at the pain on Katara's face. He takes a tentative step closer to her.

...It might be a mistake] ...I'm Masaomi Kida. I- I'm not the one from Omashu. [...] But I still- ["would do anything for you."

...He'd still break both their hearts. Linda's lost on this scene, but for once knows to keep quiet and keep out]