weep not for the memories

[brushoff]

WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: all cities
WHEN: March 4 - March 6
WHAT: it's a catch-all log, sucka! Tag here and thread around for the Dorian Ruins Everything Guilt Extravaganza part of the overall March plot. Please check out this ooc post for details!
WARNINGS: Traumatic memories. Possible talk of murder, death, blood, other nasty things. I'll try to update if the warnings needed but please use content warnings if it gets super nasty!

It starts off on March 4th, the early morning before the sun's even risen. You know those weird mirages that were hanging around the day before? Well now it's getting a little personal.

These mirages come and go seemingly for no reason. They might stay for a minute, they might stay for an hour. The images vary between person but the unifying factor is that the mirages consist of people the player characters have hurt, whether people in-game or from their homes. Whether they murdered them, slandered them, or even had a petty little argument, the unifying factor is the guilt each character feels towards or about this mirage. After all, you know you hurt them somehow. You know their existence somehow makes you feel guilty.

Another unifying factor? The creepy way these mirages just seem to stick to you. They'll follow you if you try to leave, staring you down with their creepy unblinking mirage eyes. And whoops: everybody can see said mirages. Hopefully you're not being stalked by someone you and somebody else both know, wouldn't that be awkward?

Have fun confronting your traumatizing past and/or wondering why your buddy's got some creepy ghost guy following him, imPorts!

( ooc: this is a catch-all log! Make starters of your characters getting haunted by their creepy mirages, have other people react to said creepy mirages, ???, profit. Hit me up on the ooc post if you have any questions! )

Comments

[quemar]

[Robbie's eyes dart to follow Jesse's line of sight, but he's just looking down at empty grass. He frowns, offering the guy a hand up.]

Yeah... [He should leave it at that, probably. But.] I'm not stupid, you know that, right? [Maybe Jesse doesn't. Not like they've talked a lot, and it doesn't take a genius IQ to walk around a spa making sure a bunch of rich people aren't acting too crazy. But he gives the otherwise empty lawn a meaningful glance.] One of those vision things? [He didn't see anything, but it's been a few days now and they're everywhere, so. He may have dropped out of school but he can still put two and two together.]

[hostage]

[Well, that's why he hired Robbie, after all. Jesse takes another moment to gather himself before accepting Robbie's hand, pulling himself to his feet. He's still shaky, but Jesse is Jesse, and no physical symptom lasts very long with him.]

I mean, I guess - I guess it was both. I thought I saw something...

[quemar]

[Robbie watches him for a long moment. Thing is, he's seen some visions of his own, and he is absolutely never going to talk about them with anyone. So it's not like he really has any room to push. And he's generally not the pushy sort, because he Gets not being any good at talking your shit out. But hell if it doesn't seem like there's not more to the story, with how spooked Jesse was.]

Probably did, it's been going around. [He glances around, like maybe it'll show back up if he just bothers to look. Maybe it will? He not an expert on guilt ghosts.] What was it?

[hostage]

[Jesse's figured out by now that these things reappear, so piling on another lie doesn't seem like the smartest option.]

A bike. And a little kid. Like, lying there. Like he fell of it. Or...

[Or like he got shot, then fell off his bike, then died.]

[quemar]

[The lawn is still empty, for now. Almost eerily empty—as much as anything can be, in a bright, sunny Florida midday. He makes a particularly dubious sounding uh huh noise in the back of his throat. No one gets worked up over what (from the description) he can only imagine as scraped knees from a bicycle spill.]

Or... what?

[hostage]

I dunno. I dunno, man.

[Jesse can be pretty smooth when it comes to lying, but not when he's this shaken up. He needs to just get the fuck out of here before the vision comes back.]

I gotta go lie down or something.

[quemar]

[Robbie frowns, not looking entirely done with questions... but after a moment, starts guiding him back towards the building by his shoulder in case he actually is as close to flopping over as he sorta looks.]

Well, you're in the right place for that.