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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[song_of_ice]

[He doesn't have such tasks to distract him, only the awkwardness of not knowing where to look, lingering on the couch. He watches Jorah for a moment before turning his gaze away, drinking in his surroundings with a measure of awe, as though he only just work from a long sleep.

For a moment, he could forget where he was and what was happening. All too soon, however, it was gone.

The question is met with silence at first. How long had he been with Jeor Mormont? How many years did he lose track of at the Wall where time seemed to have little meaning.]

I finished my training and served as his steward. I then followed him north of the Wall. We were separated not long after.

a million years later sorry sorry

[khaleesipls]

[ Steward? Jorah casts a lingering look over after Jon on the couch before he sets to putting the fire together, split wood thrown onto the iron grate, tender prodded into a crack. He strikes a match in place of flint, for simplicity’s sake, and watches to see that the flame’s willing to take before he pulls the cover back into place. ]

If you could survive that, hard to imagine anything you couldn’t, [ he says. Back to the kitchen.

There are candles, there. Here. Everywhere, really, mottled throughout the apartment where he reads, or eats, or sits around in sullen Mormont silence when he’s alone. He lifts one from the counter top to the bar, and lights up another match. ]

There’s beer in the refrigerator, [ he says. ] And pizza. [ He leaves the tenderbox out as well, set down plain on the counter for Jon to make use of as he will. ] I have to retrieve my motorcycle.