maskormenacelogs | weep not for the memories

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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[ Okay, he can't help but raise a brow at her, because as polite as Jaime is, he's nobody's punching bag, not for where he was born, and certainly not for where his parents were born. ]

I like how you say that like you're talking to, like, the living embodiment of America. I was born after the war, ma'am. I got nothing to do with it. Wouldn't have had anything to do with it if I was from Spain, either.

I am saying it because people tell me over and over that the war is over, long past, that they had no hand in it. As if, ( Eunike extinguished her cigarette, brushes the ash away, ) I be grateful for their insights or as if that makes the war any less present. I stepped out of fighting for my life to arrive here. It is not past and done for me, and I would challenge anyone who thinks being told something is over means the wounds disappear in a moment.

( She sips her coffee, and tips her head to the side. ) That you were not involved is true, that I grant you, but it does not mean I must welcome Spanish and Italians and Sherman's with open arms when their countrymen were burning homes.

( A little shake of her head, and she goes to reach for another cigarette before remembering Jamie's comment from before and stopping, drumming her knuckles against the table instead. ) I am tired of being told I owe something to the insights and wisdom of the future. That is all.

( Not that Jaime said that but damn, man. The accumulative patronisation has been a thing. )

Uh-huh. Well, you asked me if I'm American, you asked me what year I'm from, and I answered, that's all. I never said any of that stuff you're saying.

[ And while he can understand being sore over a war back home, that kind of thing won't fly here. You can't hold a grudge over something people here had no hand in, from different times, from different worlds. Hell, even the ordinary citizens of a war have very little say in what their government has done. ]

I'm not Spanish. But I am Mexican, so if that's gonna be a problem, say so now.

( Eunike tilts her head for a few moments, considering that, replaying the last few minutes of conversation. Turning it over in her head, she nods. )

You are right. I apologise - my comments were... ( A tip of her head one way and then the other, as she weighs up her words, ) rude. So far as I know, Mexico has not been supporting Nazis.

( With a very slight smile, some strange mix of rueful and knowing and amused. )

I hear Mexico is a beautiful country. Lots of complicated history, though, I think.

It's okay.

[ He settles down a little from his inclination to simply walk away from her altogether, and while he's still a little wary (he doesn't want her to accuse any of his friends of being nazis for, you know, where they were born), he's not at all predisposed to fight. ]

Thanks for the apology. And nah, we never went down the whole Nazi thing, just - a few other bad things! [ He lets out a small bark of laughter. ] But aren't most countries complicated?

Depends on the manner of "complicated". Some shapes of it are more sympathetic than others.

( Logically she realises the difference between leaders and politicians and the common people, but— it is not an easy separation to make, when wars are being fought, and the common people are killing the common people of another place. She shrugs - her tone, at least, is somewhat self aware. )

Greece is not always so angelic, though. ( A moment of pause, and she holds her hand out to shake. ) Eunike Karahalios.

( Ev-knee-key. )

Nice to meet you, um... Eunike. [ He winces at his own pronunciation. He's certain he butchered it, but he reaches out to shake her hand anyway. ] I'm, um, Jaime Reyes. And just keep correcting me if I keep messing up your name. I know people mess up mine basically constantly.

I'm working on the whole language thing.

( A little slower, just once: ) Eunike.

( That earns a grin from her - wicked and conspiratorial, in one moment, understanding in the next. The smile of a trouble maker, and possibly just a shade Sarissa.

But maybe not. There's only so many ways such similar faces could smile, right? )

And I, as well. There are some words here I am especially struggling with. "Please," "thank you." Very challenging to me.

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I just saw that my phone autocorrected to "Sherman's" damn it Sherman why you gotta be this way

phones are FICKLE CREATURES and you are admirable for even tagging on one

it's true, I am a hero and an inspiration

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