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airlockedmods ([personal profile] airlockedmods) wrote in [community profile] theairlock2018-02-25 12:53 pm
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Week 4

[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Don't forget to check in, and check your memory regains! You can also stop by the gacha machine and Xander's office hours. ))
burninglight: (then i'll carry on too)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-02-25 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
She was-...I'm sure if I say 'rational' it likely won't match up with what you've seen of her, but it's true all the same. We had a garden--she used to plant memorials after we left the courtroom.

Church was the person I trusted to know I wasn't human, but it was Yuuri I would talk out the rest of the situation with, because she was the one checking in with us and trying to keep us relatively sane.
nightcure: (the hydraean's wrath)

[personal profile] nightcure 2018-03-01 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
... Honestly? I kind of got that idea.

[ She reminded him of... well. Of a mini-Ignis, but he's not gonna mention that. ]

I'm guessing she was pretty much a different person during your first program, since we had memory crap going on then, too.
burninglight: (then i'll carry on too)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-03-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
...I suspect that we all were.
nightcure: (dawn)

[personal profile] nightcure 2018-03-01 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
... Yeah. So was I.

When I got there, I didn't even know Insomnia had fallen.
burninglight: (choosing hope when hope seemed lost)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-03-01 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
The first thing I remembered was...negotiating after that little incident with Diamond Weapon. I didn't even recognize myself, much less the Citadel.

[what a headache.]

I've no idea how I got out of that mess without turning to something even more insane than I already was. Presuming that I'm not, which I can't quite tell anymore.