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Entry tags:
- #open,
- ahs: misty day,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- fables: grendel,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- jjba: jolyne kujo,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- mlp: starlight glimmer,
- mlp: sunburst,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- outlander: bree randall,
- outlander: claire fraser,
- outlander: jamie fraser,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- psych: juliet o'hara,
- steven universe: steven universe,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead game: louis,
- the walking dead: michonne,
- umineko: ange ushiromiya
+ Guilt Runs Deep
Who: Everyone!
Where: The Mansion
When: Feb 23-25
Rating: Please warn in top level subject lines for potential triggers/NSFW
Summary: Various residents are trapped in their own guilt, watching their guiltiest memory play on a loop.
The Story:
Welcome to the gathering post for the event. Please see the plotting post for more information + the bulletin board link. Have fun!
Where: The Mansion
When: Feb 23-25
Rating: Please warn in top level subject lines for potential triggers/NSFW
Summary: Various residents are trapped in their own guilt, watching their guiltiest memory play on a loop.
The Story:
Welcome to the gathering post for the event. Please see the plotting post for more information + the bulletin board link. Have fun!
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You have no idea how selfish I was.
[ Her voice breaks; she's painted a nice picture of herself in Wonderland. She's being irrational right now, but the powers that be have done an incredible (horrible) job of honing in on the one pieces of guilt she thinks about ever now and then. It's magnified now, bigger than it has been in twenty-two years. ]
no subject
Again, I'd like to heartily disagree. This is Wonderland. It's ... from what I can tell, it's pulling at everyone's most guilty memories. It's forcing you to feel like this. But this-
[He glances the way the nurse had gone. Had taken the baby.]
...This doesn't seem like something that was in your control, Claire.
no subject
You don't believe in being punished for the sins you've committed?
[ Her voice is just broken and tired. ]
no subject
[A simple answer, but he expands on it. This, at least, he has some experience in.]
Look I know there are always things you'll carry around with you. Things you'll always regret. But the trick is being able to move forward without those things weighing you down to the point where you can't move forward any more. Then you're just ...just stuck there, reminding yourself what a terrible person you are and never really healing from it. You can't become a better person if you don't learn to move forward from the place you're in.
no subject
[ Truly; in her day to day life she thinks about Faith, but never with the overwhelming guilt she feels now. This is suffocating but one thing is clear. ]
I can hold her again, here. Now. Whatever is happening now, I can have her.
[ Even if it's gut-wrenching to be handed such a still and cold bundle. ]
no subject
[Wonderland doesn't help with that. It's got a talent for finding the most painful parts of your life and pouring salt on the wound. He listens, quiet for a moment.]
Hmm. I suppose you can thank Wonderland for that much. It might be trying to prey on your guilt, but it's given you a gift, as well. Bet it didn't reckon on that.
no subject
[ Save for the not breathing part. ]
It was so long ago now, but it feels as if it's happening all over again. Brand new.
no subject
[Because not even he's insensitive enough to correct a grieving mother, nope.]
I'm sorry that it's making you suffer, but I'm glad that at least you've been able to see her again.
no subject
[ But she will, because events end, and because Louise comes in the loop and no matter how badly Claire doesn't want to let go, she does. The hysterics don't happen this time; instead her arms wrap around herself, trying to feel something other than chilled and feverish at the same time. ]
My husband was in prison while I was here. He doesn't know I nearly died.
[ Yet, anyway. ]
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[Because as nice as it is for her to see her once more, this will inevitably end, and he hates to think it would leave Claire more wounded because of it. He gives her a little, awkward hug with his foreleg. ]
He doesn't? [WELP. Wonderland's probably gonna ruin that one.] Uh...has he found this room yet?
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What if he can't? He wasn't here before, and I needed him. I thought I was going to die and he wasn't here.
[ Maybe Wonderland will somehow keep him from her again. Or Sunburst is right and that's a longshot. ]
no subject
Well. I could go look for him? And if I find him, I can show him here? Try and see if we can flummox Wonderland, if it's trying to keep him away.
[Because ruining Wonderland's day is always a worthwhile activity in his mind- moreso if it's going to help a friend.]
no subject
He doesn't know, Sunburst. About Faith, yes, but the rest...I.
[ That she was sick and dying, she means. ]
I never told him...how bad.
[ There'd be no hiding it from him, and she doesn't know what's best. ]
no subject
[Well, that's...pretty dang awful. He's quiet for a moment, mulling this over. ]
I- I mean. Would you rather him not know? Because this ...this is the kind of thing you can't really take back.
no subject
We can have secrets, but not lies.
Swallowing heavily, Claire looks at Sunburst with watery eyes. ]
It's time he knew. It's been over twenty years. I need Jamie here with me, Sunburst.
no subject
[He says it quietly, reassuringly. He gives her a gentle nudge with his head, offering a small smile.]
I'll see if I can find him for you, okay? Send him this way.
no subject
Thank you.
[ Her hand moves over the top of his head for a moment, until the gesture seems to take the last of the strength she had, from a fever that isn't real. ]
You're a good--a good friend.
no subject
[THAT is a pretty debated thing for him, back home. But he tries to be better here. It's nice to know he's doing something good. He hops off the bed, trotting off towards the door. ]
Sit tight, I'll see if I can find him.
[And off he goes.]