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! )

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[puppydoctor]

[George sits back down as well, his face bewildered and horrified.]

I don't know. I guess we just... wait.

[But Callie's eyes are still tracking him, and her expression hasn't changed, and it makes him feel physically sick.]

The least she could do is blink.

[coppelganger]

Maybe we ought to go get someone. Like—I don't know, someone who can help.

[ The problem is, she's not sure who that would be. The cops? The government? Another imPort, one with the power to make George's ex less starey and more... human? ]

[puppydoctor]

What, like the Ghostbusters?

[It's a weak crack. His hands fidget, and he looks over at Sarah with apology in his eyes.]

I always wished you could meet my friends, but not like this.

[coppelganger]

I know.

[ She moves to the other side of the bed and puts her arms around him, tucking her chin over his shoulder and pressing up against his back. ]

[puppydoctor]

[George reaches up to hold her wrist, leaning his head against hers. For awhile he's just quiet, watching Callie watch him, almost wishing she was the real thing so he could explain himself. Instead, she's two worlds away, probably living an excellent life. Probably not missing him.]

... She didn't hate me. I destroyed everything, and she still... Everyone's always saying I'm this great guy. But I did that to her. [He gestures to her, to the anger and hurt in her eyes, to the steeled, furious jaw.] Maybe it was karma, what happened to me and Izzie.

[coppelganger]

Do you believe in karma? I don't.

[ She's seen far too many terrible people getting away with the awful things they've done. Just look at DYAD, neolution, Ferdinand. Rachel, even. She presses a kiss to his temple and adds, ] Besides, no one could hate you. You're like a puppy.

[puppydoctor]

[Plenty of people hate me, he wants to argue, but instead he tries to relax under her touch. The kiss makes him smile a little, and he turns to look at her.]

What kind?

[coppelganger]

Mm, maybe like a pug or a french bulldog. Something cute like that.

[ She kisses him again, this time on the lips, but doesn't press any further. After all, George's ex is still staring at them. ]

[puppydoctor]

[He can't help but turn pink, both from the suggestion and from the kiss, feeling Callie's eyes still on him. If only he could go back to the first ten seconds after waking up, when he was warm and sleepy and hoping morning sex might be in his future.]

But, like, a really tough and manly one?

[He's joking. He knows Sarah loves him for who he is, by now.]

[coppelganger]

Yeah. A really manly pug. I'm sure such a thing exists somewhere.

[puppydoctor]

[George smiles, just the tiniest quirk of his mouth, but it feels flat under Callie's stare. He can't sit here and ignore her, even if she's just some sort of ghost, or projection. It's Callie. He married her, he loved her, just like he loves Sarah.]

I'm gonna check the network. See if it's happening to anyone else.

[He reaches for his phone, but keeps their heads tucked together. While the network loads, he casts his eyes up again.]

... Callie, if you're actually there... I'm sorry, okay? I never said that enough.