PUNKTOBER PLOT: Memory Lane (forward dated, OPEN)

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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.]

Comments

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[timecapture]

[Max... has no idea what the hell is going on. She has a sneaking suspicion she's heard that triangle guy's voice here before, but she can't quite place it. But when the strange creature threatens the kids - then attempts to make good on his threat - Max's hands clench into fists. She's already seen more than enough shit this week, but seeing Dipper and Mabel bruised and nearly killed gets her even more angry than seeing Axel threaten Naminé had. And holy shit, is this terrifying. She thought she'd had a tough time back home, but that was nothing compared to this.

Max moves close to Mabel, hugging her tightly, attempting to shield her from seeing her own memory.]

I'm here, Mabel. It's not happening any more.

[glitterateur]

[Mabel doesn't even notice Max is there until she's getting the hug. Which-- for all that this is fine, it's totally fine, this is okay-- she noticeably appreciates. Who doesn't love hugs at all times, huh?! So Mabel throws her arms around Max and squeezes back just as tight.]

I know! It's been months, it's okay. [Which isn't so much an assurance for Max's sake, but for her own. It makes it way easier to sound confident and stuff.] It's just super weird to see it again, you know!

[timecapture]

That doesn't mean the memory's not scary.

[What kind of fucked-up universes do some of these people come from? Max has practically had it easy. She doesn't know what she'd do if she'd been in their place. Fail, probably.]

Do you want to get out of here? This alley does that. I haven't been able to figure out why just yet.

[glitterateur]

I know, it did this to me before. But that was an okay memory so I was hoping I could get another one, like one with me and Waddles...

[She shrugs. Now that she says it like that, it's kind of silly. And a little bit selfish? By now she should probably know better than to think a haunted alley is going to do anything except be a jerk if you give it the chance.]

If it's haunted this ghost is the worst.

[timecapture]

I'm sorry, Mabel. I've seen some pretty messed up things here.

[She offers Mabel her hand, to get her out of this stupid alley and maybe get some ice cream or something.]

I agree. Why can't it be like Casper or something?

[glitterateur]

[She takes the offered hand and nods firmly.]

Seriously! Though I think Grunkle Ford's met some cute Casper ghosts and he said they were really clingy and obnoxious so I guess you can't really win with the undead.

[timecapture]

[There we go. Max leads Mabel out of the alley, heading towards the closest ice cream place she knows. They deserve it.]

I've never actually seen any ghosts. I wonder if they'd let me take a photo...

[glitterateur]

[They deserve the heck out of some ice cream. Mabel bounces along beside Max, obviously relieved to be out of the alley and away from the possibility of sensitive subjects.]

Some of them might! But honestly most of the ghosts I've met have been real jerks.

[timecapture]

[Damn right, they do. Max is equally relieved. Poor Mabel seems like she's seen enough; the last thing she needs is to see some of Max’s memories, on top of it.]

I'm sure they're not all bad.

[glitterateur]

Well probably not all of them-- I met one a while ago that was pretty nice! He had weird hair but he didn't turn anybody into anything so he was okay. It might just be all the ghosts from my world. Do you have them at home?!