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Post-Event Blues
Who: Everybody, everybody!
What: The battle is won. Now what?
When: The eleventh, twelfth, and onward
Where: Luceti
Summary: With Zompano dead and the cultists routed, Luceti is restored. Kind of.
Rating: F for Feels
On the eleventh, things were slowly breaking down. Memories of their true lives were breaking through. The village, scarred by the battle with the cultists, began to rebuild itself. Community buildings that had vanished were returned to their rightful places. The battle dome was uncovered from the earth that had covered it. Hundreds and hundreds of fake homes slowly faded away. Paved roads gave way to trees and grass. It was an incredible sight for anyone who was willing to sit aroun and watch it happen.
Things wouldn't be easy for the villagers, though. The memories perpetuated by the last ten days would not be easily removed. The feelings and hatreds it had created would take time to conquer and remove. Perhaps, in a way, that was Zompano's nastiest trick of all. The village itself may heal from his invasion, but it would take far more than a few Shifts to fix the people left behind.
Towards the end of the day, their wings returned. Much like some of the buildings, they seemed to just reappear, as if they had never been gone. Their barcodes became visible again as a singular reminder that they were, ultimately, just the property of another entity who as a whole were not much better than Count Zompano.
By the twelfth, the village looked as though nothing had ever happened. Sure, the contents of buildings might have been messed up or destroyed during the battles, but things were otherwise as they were supposed to be. The night before, people would have had to find their old beds to go sleep in, as they no longer possessed the old ones granted to them in another life.
The village was peaceful.
Modly Note: That wraps up the event. As noted in the prose above, you have the option to play up the after effects of the event more than in other ones. While it won't have the same impact universally, the Shift was constructed in such a way that people may have difficulty shaking off the emotions they developed during the event. In effect, it was a cruel send off to Luceti so they would have to deal with the loathing and hatred that came with the less desirable parts of it. Of course, that means the feelings of familial bonds will also persist for awhile as well. It's up to you, as players, to decide how much or little to play with it!
What: The battle is won. Now what?
When: The eleventh, twelfth, and onward
Where: Luceti
Summary: With Zompano dead and the cultists routed, Luceti is restored. Kind of.
Rating: F for Feels
On the eleventh, things were slowly breaking down. Memories of their true lives were breaking through. The village, scarred by the battle with the cultists, began to rebuild itself. Community buildings that had vanished were returned to their rightful places. The battle dome was uncovered from the earth that had covered it. Hundreds and hundreds of fake homes slowly faded away. Paved roads gave way to trees and grass. It was an incredible sight for anyone who was willing to sit aroun and watch it happen.
Things wouldn't be easy for the villagers, though. The memories perpetuated by the last ten days would not be easily removed. The feelings and hatreds it had created would take time to conquer and remove. Perhaps, in a way, that was Zompano's nastiest trick of all. The village itself may heal from his invasion, but it would take far more than a few Shifts to fix the people left behind.
Towards the end of the day, their wings returned. Much like some of the buildings, they seemed to just reappear, as if they had never been gone. Their barcodes became visible again as a singular reminder that they were, ultimately, just the property of another entity who as a whole were not much better than Count Zompano.
By the twelfth, the village looked as though nothing had ever happened. Sure, the contents of buildings might have been messed up or destroyed during the battles, but things were otherwise as they were supposed to be. The night before, people would have had to find their old beds to go sleep in, as they no longer possessed the old ones granted to them in another life.
The village was peaceful.
Modly Note: That wraps up the event. As noted in the prose above, you have the option to play up the after effects of the event more than in other ones. While it won't have the same impact universally, the Shift was constructed in such a way that people may have difficulty shaking off the emotions they developed during the event. In effect, it was a cruel send off to Luceti so they would have to deal with the loathing and hatred that came with the less desirable parts of it. Of course, that means the feelings of familial bonds will also persist for awhile as well. It's up to you, as players, to decide how much or little to play with it!
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And so many things would be different, if it hadn't been Tony. She wouldn't have been Pepper Stark, but Virginia Barnes. He was the one who gave her that name, so many years ago. And he was the one who stubbornly refused on using it with everyone she met, until it simply because easier to go along with it.
"I was married to the right person. The one I'm going to marry because I choose to." They would make it work; Pepper didn't doubt it, and didn't fear for all the ways Tony was flawed. She didn't want perfect. She wanted him, even if it was crazy.
That was just how love worked.
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If nothing else, at least this experiment - or whatever the hell it was - got that right. They were married to the right people.
"No takebacks?"
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But more than that, it seemed to be an easier train of thought for him to follow. So Pepper altered her approach a bit. "Have you decided who you want to be your best man?"
Which was something of a trick question, as his best man was a woman. But it was the sort of thing he'd have to muddle through, and perhaps that was good.
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There was something ironic about it, because he was far from conventional and just picked whoever the hell he wanted.
There it is.
"Buffy Summers." The bartender - his bartender, his best friend. One who was distant in his memories, like he hadn't seen her for awhile, and maybe he hadn't.
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"She's a good choice." Pepper curled her fingers lightly where her hand rested, idly tracing shapeless lines on the back of his neck. "Although it will make things interesting if she's escorting my maid-of-honor."
She paused, looking at Tony expectantly; she hadn't said Natasha's name on purpose, leaving him to fill in that blank if he hadn't already done so from her earlier mention.
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He took her free hand in both of his in his lap, winding their fingers together and clasping tightly.
"Nat -" He almost said Natalie, but he knew that wasn't quite right. "Natasha, right?"
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How things had changed.
"What else do you remember about Natasha?" It was dangerous ground, but necessary. Tony took her hand back in his, and she held tightly, expecting the memories that came next to be unpleasant ones. They were the ones he dreaded, but maybe it would be better to trigger them now, on purpose, so he wouldn't relive them when neither of them was prepared, or worse, when Pepper was away for some reason.
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And Iron Man.
Falling through a hole in the sky that never should have existed - at least, in the way he understood the universe.
He jolted as if shocked, fingers reflexing tightly around Pepper's. God, how did he forget that? How did he forget any of it? That somehow forgotten beast that plagued him. That falling sensation. That feeling he got when he knew he was about to die, except he didn't.
He didn't, he didn't and he kept not dying.
He would have laughed if he wasn't paralyzed.
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She’d gotten sick when she remembered why she hated falling so much.
“Tony. Tony!” Now her concern was entirely for him, and dread swept over her as Pepper realized how stiff and still Tony had gotten. She’d never seen Tony’s panic attacks, only read about what might occur, preparation that she couldn’t grasp now when she needed it. She moved her free hand to his shoulder, tried to shake him, to do anything to keep him from falling back into the same catatonia of the past few days.
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He gripped Pepper's hand with white knuckles, heart jumping into his throat as he distantly felt the cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. Ha. How could he forget something like that? Something that was wound so deeply into his soul that it barbed even the most mundane of his thoughts.
He had done this before. He reached back for that experience, finding a jumble of numbers, a balm for his escalating pulse and crawling skin. One, two - three - one -
He couldn't focus, because all he could see were flashes of impossible memories. His eyes dart to Pepper, breath caught and gathering in his lungs.
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"Tony, look at me." Pepper tried so desperately to keep her own panic out of her voice. That was important, wasn't it? Staying calm, making him feel safe. It felt like the right thing to do, so she put her hand on his cheek, leaned close to stare into his eyes.
"Honey, breathe. I need you to breathe." Please breathe, and Pepper swallowed, still trying to force herself to show a steadiness she didn't at all feel. "You're safe. You're not there. You're in a bed, in the clinic in Luceti. You're safe, I promise. So just breathe, okay?"
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What a joke, what a joke whatajoke -
But something within him stubbornly refused to lose this one. His body had fought so hard to live, to wake up, and recover so he could be again. He was getting there. And this truth was part of it. These fears were part of it.
He wants to run, what can't he run, this room is too small -
He willed himself to breathe. Or maybe Pepper did, beyond the scope of himself. Either way, he breathed, sucking in shallow breaths that gradually grew deeper, steadier. His fevered grip gave way to a quiet tremble, and he swayed, lightheaded.
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"That's good. Keep going. Breathe." In and out, and she matched his breathing to his, purposely tried to slow hers down in the hope that he would copy her, whether he realized it or not. Whether it worked as she intended or Tony did it on his own, Pepper didn't know. But what mattered was that his breathing did slow, and his fingers loosened, until the panic gave way and left him dizzy. Pepper was quick to react when Tony started to sway, wrapping her arms around him and drawing him to her so she could be his support.
"I've got you." She moved a hand over his back, the motion meant to be soothing. It couldn't be easy for him to come back from that ledge, and she wasn't going to let him fall back over by letting go of him too soon.
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He was such a mess. Such a goddamn mess.
"Sorry," he murmured after regaining his breath.
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Her hand still moved on his back, and her eyes closed as she held him still. She'd stay that way for as long as he needed her to, or so long as he wanted it. She wasn't ashamed of him, and she wasn't letting go.
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"I do not want to do that again," he remarked weakly, his lips twitching, finding comfort in the small victory of coming through it.
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"Let's take a break from remembering for now, okay?" Because there was still more. New York haunted him, but the things that had happened after held their own darkness. He needed to remember, but not right this moment. There would be time for that in the hours and days that followed.
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Sometimes? The truth sucked.