pillz: (sitting thinking prob not abo my choices)
joseph kavinsky ([personal profile] pillz) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-10-11 04:40 pm
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PUNKTOBER PLOT: Memory Lane (forward dated, OPEN)

WHO: Ensemble Production (open to all characters)
WHERE: Downtown Maurtia Falls, an alleyway
WHEN: Approximately October 15-31 (forward dated)
WHAT: Memory share plot. Expanded OOC information post, including timeline, is here along with a fairly extensive Questions thread. Feel free to continue asking questions on either post.
WARNINGS: Potential triggers for trauma, mental manipulation, disturbing mental health themes, etc. Please mark your subject headers appropriately.



[October 15-31 (General Starter)]
[it's a downtown alleyway like any other. concrete on the ground and a couple of permit-only parking spots, dumpsters along the sides, more full behind restaurants and emptier at the boutiques and dedicated apartment buildings. fire escapes zig-zag up the brick walls up to barred windows. in the daytime, you have sour smells and sunshine and swearing sounds from the kitchens; at night, sour smells and a higher proportion of knife-wielding lunatics trying to get your wallet.

it's like any other, right up until the first echo of memories past begins to play. was it a gunshot? the rhythm of ocean waves? a familiar voice? whatever it was that happened before, it's suddenly happening all over again. it floods the alleyway with sight and sound, maurtia falls vanishing from sight.]
[Trauma Night: October 25]
[the air over maurtia falls is dark and heavy. that's not magic, just pollution and a recent wash of rain. the kind of ambience that that you don't enjoy so much as you get swallowed by it like a boa constrictor. the alleyway is more foreboding than usual.

by now, you've probably heard the rumors. a thief who turned himself in sobbing, after he saw an apparition of an old victim. old men and women who've come with candles to commemorate their lost beloved, children who run screaming about ghosts. maybe that's why you're here-- to investigate or out of morbid curiosity. to see what the narrow lane might hold for you. perhaps you're even here to end it.

but then the music from a distant concert starts to strain through the air. heavy, angry beats, a young woman's voice reverberating through the walls. and the scuttle of emotion down your spine isn't like the rumors-- it's rage and grief and blazing hope.

when the memories begin, the rush of thought and feeling might not even be your own.]
timecapture: <lj user= "palisades"> ([Chloe] With you.)

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[personal profile] timecapture 2016-10-17 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Max held still, remaining mostly quiet as the memory played out. She chuckled as mini-Max snarked away - it was so like him to laugh in the face of whatever the hell this was. And while she had no idea who the chicken - fowl, actually - was, he obviously knew what he was talking about and had prepared for this moment.

She recognized Norman, of course, and a lump rose into her throat. She missed him. Blinking back tears, she carefully stepped up to Max. "Mighty Max?" she teased, gently. "That sounds better than Super Max."
crapbearer: (fuck man i dunno)

[personal profile] crapbearer 2016-10-25 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Max jumped, turning to face his name twin, before offering her a small smile. "Yeah, I guess so," he answered, forcing a smile. "But it gets old real fast. Especially when I don't really feel too Mighty."
timecapture: <lj user= "supahfly"> ([Photo] A moment in time.)

[personal profile] timecapture 2016-10-25 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hear you," said Max, gently putting an arm around the other Max's shoulders. "Sometimes, doing the right thing really sucks." Of course, she couldn't even imagine what sort of things the young Max had gotten up to, but she was willing to listen. "Wanna talk about it? Maybe get some food?"