Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

Comments

[andneversaydie]

[...you know... she knew she had to remember it sooner or later, but now... well. It just... kind of felt like insult added on top of injury.

...

She gets up a few hours later than she usually does, which is still around the time that most people are probably rising... and she sort of seems like she's... well, buffering would be a word she wouldn't know, but it's definitely a word that describes how she's going through the day. She gets breakfast and spreads Cheryl's letters out on the dining hall, as she sort of just... looks at some tacky-ass phone as she picks at some space eggs.

Later on... she can be found standing in front of the memorial wall, just kind of... thoughtful, in a drained, morose sort of way.]

...

Wonder if I could even fit everyone up there...

memorial wall

[nightcure]

[ ... well, with how many people are coming in here today, maybe he should set up a teapot and some tea...

Yeah, he'll do that. Noctis slips out soon after Mozu enters and comes back with a tray: There's an electric tea kettle, a tea pot, plenty of cups, and plenty of tea. Quietly, he pours out a cup of raspberry tea for her and walks over to hand it to her. ]

You look like you could use this.

[andneversaydie]

[...she does manage a small smile at that.]

Ah... yeah. I could. Thanks, Noctis.

[nightcure]

No problem.

[ He makes himself a cup. He's already had a lot of tea already today, but more can't hurt. ]

How are you doing?

[andneversaydie]

...not great, but a little better than I expected to be, I guess. I dunno. Maybe I'm just getting used to this.

[nightcure]

[ ... she's younger than, like, everyone here so it really feels like a gut punch that he says that. But he keeps his expression even, somehow. ]

Still sucks, though. [ He shrugs, sips at his own cup of tea. ] I wish you weren't getting used to it.

[andneversaydie]

Yeah, I know.

...

I guess I was already used to it, kinda. I just didn't remember.

[nightcure]

... Yeah?

[ He frowns. He kind of got the feeling before that she's made of strong stuff, but confirmation is another thing. ]

And then your memories started coming back. And they keep getting worse?

[andneversaydie]

Yeah. I... remembered things really out of order, I think, 'cause the first thing I remember was fighting as a soldier in a war and... and not being able to avoid killing someone.

[nightcure]

... Yeah. I did too. Remembered things out of order, anyway.

Ended up really confusing me. Bet it was the same for you, especially if you weren't used to killing.

Memorial Wall

[neverheardofhim]

Can't hurt to try.

[Varric had shuffled over to stare up at the memorial wall as well. He was studying steadily growing list of names, wondering idly if he could fit the ones he had learned of.]

Need some help?

[andneversaydie]

...Yeah, probably.

[She sighs.]

It wasn't a very big village, but... well, I guess if I can't fit 'em here, no one would mind if I put 'em up in my cell.

[neverheardofhim]

[A whole village? Varric's problems were vast, especially considering the damage done to the Chantry, but they didn't come anywhere near having his whole home destroyed.

He straightened up a little, feeling almost like a bucket of cold water had been upturned on his head. When he looked to Mozu, the earlier chill of apathy had been erased from his face, leaving only a note of sympathy in his eyes and down-turned mouth.]

You shouldn't hide it away in your cell. If everyone else can mourn their losses publicly, you should be able to as well.

[andneversaydie]

[It takes her a sec, but then she nods.]

Yeah. Yeah, I get you. There's probably room, anyhow.

[neverheardofhim]

If not, maybe the greenhouse? [There were plenty of bad memories for her there, he couldn't -- wouldn't forget that. But she'd enjoyed it there once, hadn't she?]

[andneversaydie]

...You know... yeah. I mean, we were a farming village, so I imagine they'd all like something like that, too.

[neverheardofhim]

Sounds perfect to me. Let them be in a place that's important to them.

Is there anything else they might like? Anything I can help you pull together?

[andneversaydie]

Nah. I think... I've already handled a lot of it back home. I remember stuff like that, anyhow. I just... didn't want to believe it was as bad as it seemed until I actually remembered, you know?

[neverheardofhim]

Yeah... I think I can understand that. It's... hard to really grasp or let yourself believe the worst possible thing.

Optimism, right?

[andneversaydie]

Yeah. Even if everything says it's probably happening that way... and everything's kinda bad even without that.

[neverheardofhim]

[At first, he only nodded, trailing off into a thoughtful silence. He might have even let their conversation be, if another thought didn't occur to him.]

I'm not stupid enough to make any promises here. Not anymore. But I hope that remembering that shit is the last bad thing that happens to you, Rosie.

[andneversaydie]

Yeah, so am I. I know things are probably gonna keep being bad, but... I'm hoping the absolute worst is over, you know?

[neverheardofhim]

Exactly. And no matter what happens -- memories, murders, or something else entirely -- we'll get through it together. All of us.