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

[musclemothers]

Huh.

[ Well, that's different. Rusty had figured that that big old thing had been made in some lab or in some sort of horrifying experiment, not that he would be sentient and intelligent enough to run a business. There are plenty of non-humans around, he supposes, but most of them tend to be more along the lines of sexy-humanoid-alien rather than...

That. ]

So what kind of cargo did you deal with, anyway?

[carbonfrozen]

Spice. [It's a fairly tame euphemism, all things considered. Jabba the Mirage Hutt keeps glaring at Han, as if still holding that one time he lost the cargo over his head—wait, yeah, he definitely does.

Han shoots a glare back at him in turn, before he turns back to Rusty.]

Dumped it when I got boarded. He didn't like it. [The dumping, he means, not the boarding. Even Han gets boarded sometimes, and he'd liked being alive and free a little too much to not jettison the cargo.]

[musclemothers]

I see.

[ Rusty looks over at Jabba, eyes narrowing in thought. He's seen this rigamarole across a few people now, and there have been a few consistencies. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they have in common.

He takes dainty sip from his Starbucks cup before saying, conversationally, ] So, did you kill him?

[carbonfrozen]

[He wishes.]

No. More like he's trying to get me killed. [An offended huff, as if Han thinks it's a completely disproportionate retribution for not paying his debt. Which, to be true, it kind of is, but at the same time, Jabba's a crime lord. They're not known for being merciful or logical.] Why ask?

[musclemothers]

All the more reason for you to have killed him, quite frankly, [ Rusty says, adjusting his glasses. He doesn't really care whether or not Han killed that monstrosity behind him, however, so he doesn't question it any further. ]

I'm just curious. Everyone seems to be being followed around these days, and I am capable of tracking basic patterns. Either they killed the ghost themselves, or the ghost died in some godawful way that they're, ahem, haunted by.

You don't look particularly upset by this, so I figured the first option was more likely in the long run.

[carbonfrozen]

[That—honestly makes a lot of sense.]

Guess that means I'm an outlier. [He doesn't sound particularly pleased about this.] He's not dead, for one thing, and I can't think of any reason why he'd be haunting me, of all people.

[Like having Han be frozen in carbonite wasn't enough.]

[musclemothers]

He's not dead? [ He looks the ghost up and down appraisingly. ] Then you're absolutely an outlier, because I certainly haven't heard of anyone being haunted by the living.

[ He strides forwards with more confidence than a man built like him reasonably ought to have and waves his hand through Jabba's spectre experimentally. ]

That's an anticlimactic reason. Maybe that's the worst thing on your record.

[carbonfrozen]

What, me not killing him's the worst thing on my record? That can't be right.

[Can't be. Han's not really proud of his record, but he's pretty sure not killing Jabba's not the worst thing. Sure, he's not at all proud of joining up with Jabba at all—

Oh.]

—you know what, you're not that far off the mark.

[musclemothers]

[ If Rusty's ever accurate, it's generally by accident. He looks between Han and Jabba suspiciously, puts two and two, and asks, ] So, what'd he do after the fact that you should've killed him for?