maskormenacelogs | ( event ) OH HAIL NO.

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( event ) OH HAIL NO.

WHO: Open to all!
WHERE: All porter cities and wherever effected characters find themselves.
WHEN: 11th - 18th November
WHAT: A game-wide catch-all for the memory sharing/loss event.
WARNINGS: high potential for memories to include traumatic material such as violence, abuse & murder. Please mark any content warnings in subject lines, and also give a heads up for spoilers if appropriate.
NOTE: Players are by no means required to thread in this log in order to participate in this event, it's just here for convenience. Plotting & info post OVER HERE.

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY... late afternoon through early evening. Well, whatever.

Perhaps they saw the storm in De Chima that started over one of the museums, dark stormclouds seeming to bloom across the sky. Maybe they felt the charge in the air and had to take cover from hail and lightning, or perhaps they just felt the sharp snap of static later that day when they were on an escalator in Heropa, opening a door in Nonah, or were handed change at the grocery store in one of the other cities. Their hair might not have rebelled dramatically, but that doesn't mean the ImPorts are immune to the other effect of this particular electric charge: memories going awry.

Throughout the week, characters will find their minds and their memories being less reliable, and maybe less present than they normally would be.

Don't worry, though. It's probably fine.

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[ The tension that had gathered in his shoulders abruptly fades when Yuri reveals what the memory was about, and he just kind of smiles like it's no big deal (because it's not.) ]

Ahh... what a relief.

[ Hajime, no. ]

If it's just that kind of boring memory, I don't have to explain anything. In that case, thank you for humoring me, Yuri-san. ♪ I'm going to my room now.

[Yeah, there's no way Yuri's letting that happen so easily. His voice turns icy, and he narrows his eyes with the predatory look he'd worn when they first met.]

You're not going anywhere until the food gets here and you eat it.

[ Erk. He's frozen for a few seconds, like a bunny in a wolf's path.

He does, eventually, find his voice. ]

Y-Yuri-san, I do eat here!

[ His brows furrow as he lets out a sigh. ]

I don't eat much at home because my siblings need it more... but I do eat! I wouldn't be able to keep up as an idol if I didn't...

[Yuri snorts. It's pretty obvious he's not buying a word of that.]

Then it shouldn't be a problem to stay down here and eat a meal with me. The delivery guy is going to be here any minute anyway.

[ Hajime actually levels a stare at him--it's nowhere near as aggressive as one of Yuri's, but even Hajime would admit that there's a bit of pride at stake. He's not a child. He doesn't need to be sat down and told to eat. He's been acting as adult/third caregiver for his siblings for a long time already; he doesn't understand why Yuri is doing this. ]

... alright. [ But his eyes shift away, and he crosses his arms with a shake of his head. ]

[It doesn't look like it effects him much. He's spent most of his professional life getting the same sort of stare from worn out coaches or teammates and doesn't think any more about it. And besides, as far as he's concerned he's doing the right thing here. Hajime's been so good at looking after Viktor and Yuri while they got over the trauma of the house, but who'd been looking out for him? It was only fair of him to return the favor.

If only he knew how to do it without being a huge jerk about it.]

Good. It'll be better when—[His phone interrupts with a buzz alerting him that the delivery is about to arrive, and he flashes the screen at Hajime to show him before heading for the door to get it.]

[ The buzz has him tensing up a little, but he relaxes when Yuri shows him the screen. Hajime just raises his hands in a 'I know, I know' gesture, sitting down in a chair and putting his bags on the floor again.

... he tries to pinpoint when that memory must've occurred, but truth be told, the end of his days usually blur together. It's all a mis-match of taking care of his siblings and cooking and lunch-making and laundry and homework and extra practice.

... he can't just sit here. He at least gets up to try and see if Yuri needs help with the bags. ]

[It's a good thing he did. Yuri probably could have carried the boxes of food into the house on his own, but the stack does look pretty precarious. It looks like he's ordered enough for lunch and dinner, and more than enough for Viktor to have a share of it too.]

[ That is sure a squeak of alarm he gives. Hajime rushes over to help quickly. ]

Y-yuri-san, you could've asked for help...!

[Yuri jumps—thankfully not enough to drop any of the food, though it does teeter alarmingly.]

Oh, uh. I thought I could get it myself...

[ Yeah, he's definitely helping with the load, starting with that slightly off-kilter bag.

He's definitely giving that 'you hypocrite' sigh, but... ]

Mm... it smells really nice.

No shit it does. This is the best Russian you can get in any of the imPort cities. [He starts heading into the kitchen with the bags he has left.] Except for what I can make myself.

[ Hajime follows, his mood lightening some. For someone who put up a fuss about eating, he seems to actually enjoy food. ]

Hmm, I didn't expect you to be able to cook.

Really? I guess if you don't know me...but I learned it from my grandfather.

[He spreads half of the boxes out on the counter and tucks the rest into the fridge for later. Then he grabs some plates from the cabinet and starts loading one up for himself. There's one box filled with dumplings covered in a rich, savory creme sauce, and another with the pirozhkis he was so excited for, each filled with a flavorful meat filling.]

It must've been fun.

[ Hajime follows Yuri's lead--when in Rome and all--but he hesitates when it actually comes to eating. It takes him a good few seconds before he tries it, even though he does let out an appreciative noise when he finally does. ]

It always was.

[There's a bittersweet and wistful tone to his voice, much quieter than is usual for him. It's been months since he got here; since he last talked to anyone in his family; and it's hard not to let the homesickness get to him.]

[ It's not hard to miss it. At a pause between his eating: ]

You said you'd hate it if your photo albums were gone... do you have a photo on your phone of him? If it'd help you feel a little better. [ He cants his head a bit. ] I'll show you my unit if you'd like, so you're not the only one sharing.

[He chews quietly on a mouthful for a minute, expression unreadable. After that long pause he finally pulls out his phone and flips through a few screens on it before turning it to show Hajime an old photo.]

[ It takes long enough that Hajime thinks of saying 'nevermind', just eating quietly. Yet... when he actually complies, he can't help but feel a bit of a victory. Well, it's not like Yuri has been completely closed off, but still!

He peers at it, and a wide but soft smile comes over his face. ]

You really look alike... ♪

[ He boots his phone back up, flicking through a few albums to find one photo. His gentle smile falters a little, but he ends up turning it so Yuri can see. ]

[The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he turns his phone back to himself to gaze fondly at the image, but he looks up to see Hajime's after a moment.]

Huh... You look really close with them.

[ There's...

So many things he could say to that. Staring down at the picture now, it feels so far away, but he knows it's only been a few months since they took this picture--he remembers these costumes. He lets out a shaky little breath before he turns the phone off. ]

I am.

[ He leaves it at that, because he figures that Yuri, too, can relate to that kind of sentiment. ]

[He definitely is whether or not he thinks so himself.]

Maybe you'll get lucky enough for some of them to show up here too.

Ah, no, absolutely not.

[ Seems utterly convinced of this. ]

Nii-chan would absolutely be worried sick about everything... Tomoya-kun would probably be nervous and worry that he's too normal to be a hero. And Mitsuru-kun wouldn't think at all and he'd just dash into trouble!

I wouldn't want any of them here.

[ God, he misses them desperately. ]

You think we get any choice in who shows up here or not? If they do there's nothing you can do about it.

I know... but I hope they don't.

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