microbrobotics: (flames and fire [adult])
Hiro Hamada (浜田飛呂) ([personal profile] microbrobotics) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 05:21 pm
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AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.

[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.

Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)

The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]
kittenjones: (pleading)

but a really cute one with adorable little wavey eyestalks

[personal profile] kittenjones 2015-03-30 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a bubbling upwell of anger and frustration. Of the things she needs right now, Bartimaeus' familiar (familiar? is it?) reticence isn't one of them. Of course she remembers him. She remembers him concretely as a demon in an alley, that demon that sent up those flares that brought the Night Police down on them. That got Tim arrested. (But she knows, too, that that wasn't his fault - that it was just the risk they ran, and there was no crime in Bartimaeus defending himself. She doesn't hold any anger against him for that. Does she? Because she remembers feeling nothing but warmth and affection towards him, but she also remembers huddling with Martin and Fred and Stan after, staring out into the drippy night, waiting for Tim to come back, hating the demon that had done this...)

And then there's him, sitting in that abandoned library, telling her about civilizations come and gone. That feels fake. And Bartimaeus, face melancholy in memory of Ptolemy. That feels fake, too.

She lifts her hands and digs her thumbs into the bridge of her nose until sparks pop behind her eyes. The discomfort...doesn't help. She still feels as disoriented. She still feels wrong. ]


I remember you.

[ Her voice is hard, low. Bossy and self-assured, in contrast to the slumped misery of her posture. ]

I remember everything about you. I just need to know if we remember the same things. So tell me.
Edited 2015-03-30 17:01 (UTC)