maskormenacelogs | 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.]

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Iron Bull!

[Max calls out, happily trotting towards him. Of course, she just has to take a photo of him, carrying way too much food and looking like he's about to feed the whole damn city.

She doesn't get much farther than that, though, and all of a sudden, there's a fucking giant. She's tempted to take a picture - but fortunately, common sense overrides the photo op, and she takes off running.]

Holy shit!

Edited 2016-10-13 14:43 (UTC)

[Fortunately for her -- it's only a memory. A very vivid memory of attempting to bait a giant across an open plain. He also doesn't manage to answer her until it all plays out.]

[Until the entire group of Chargers goes rolling down a hill or two. Which ends with Bull stuck in a nobleman's hedge, horns first.]

[When he manages to shake it all off, and look over at her, she's swearing and bolting down the alley and -- oh crap.]

Whoa! Hey now! What's the rush!

[Hoping what happened... hadn't really happened.]

[Max skids to a stop, feeling stupid, and looks over. Well, okay, the sign of Iron Bull caught up in the hedge like this is pretty hilarious, and despite her embarrassment, she bursts out laughing.

When it's over, she covers her mouth, looking at Iron Bull in a mixture of amusement and mortification.]

Uh... sorry. I'm not used to this stuff.

What part?

[At least Bull doesn't seem angry about it. Not at her, anyway. Not her fault if she gets caught up in this crap too. Unless she's been lying to him for this long about what her powers are.]

[But he doubts it.]

The giants, or the freaky memory magic?