PUNKTOBER PLOT: Memory Lane (forward dated, OPEN)

[pillz]

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

[khajidont]

Not sure if that covers it. He's not really... like us.

[The Spectre is all-seeing, all-knowing. Maybe he's operating on God's will, maybe he's not, but there's one thing Jaime knows for sure, and that's that they can't treat the Spectre like a human being. They can only reason with him, and hope beyond hope that they never do anything to piss him off.

He sighs, leaning back against the alleyway wall, propping one foot up against the wall.]

But this place has nothing like them, or like some other people from my universe. No gods walk around with us. There's just us.

[The imPorts.

And a surprising amount of atheists. In his universe, where gods walk among them, the only atheists are in denial.]

[timecapture]

What is he, then?

[Because he pretty much just seemed like a psycho from where Max was standing.]

I don't know; I'm pretty sure Thor was on the network a while back.

[Max is agnostic, herself - but she can't deny that it was pretty cool.]

[khajidont]

Sure, yeah, but... it's different when they're brought in from another world, I think. When it's not their world, or their universe, something in there's kind of lost. They're still Gods, maybe, but... different. Smaller than the other stuff.

[Thor probably wouldn't take kindly to being called small, but he hasn't got shit on the Spectre, Jaime thinks. And that's not something that he finds impressive. It's scary, and humbling, that's all.]

He calls himself the vengeance of God. And he knows everything about everyone. He knew everything about those criminals. Knew everything about me too. I don't think Thor can do all that.

[timecapture]

True. I guess they just get suppressed, or something. Kind of.

[She still really doesn't know how all of this works. Oh, well.]

Seriously? That sounds creepy. I sure hope he doesn't show up, here.

[khajidont]

I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, out of the gazillion amazing people that my world has, they've only pulled a few over, you know?

[Sure, they have the Kryptonians and the Bats, but there are a lot of remarkable people missing too. Most of the Green Lanterns, most of the Justice League and Society, hell, even most of their truly terrible supervillains... Crane aside. When it comes to people from his world, they're doing okay.]

I guess you don't have anything like that back home, though, huh?