+ Guilt Runs Deep

[vitaelamorte]

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!

Comments

[theenforcer]

Honestly? One of the guest rooms? I just was looking for a different closet to try and get something that my closet was giving me issues over. [ And in his mind, all of that makes absolute sense. Likely not for another though. Frowning at him though, confused.] You mean Wonderland, don't you?

[thecourier]

[None of this makes any sense, and Dan is suddenly questioning why he's walking this way, what this package in his hand is, who this guy is and why everything suddenly feels ever so slightly off-centre.]

Wonder-where? [Give him a second. Fuck, this whole thing is just...]

You know what's over those mountains? 'S a trading settlement. Mine.

[theenforcer]

[That inkling was there, the memories of the past in this place, and so that means this is definitely an event then. He's glad for that in a way, rather than the thought of stepping into a place of Wonderland they've yet to experience.]

What's waiting for you there?

[They've talked about his world before, and so Barbie isn't sure this is a good thing for either them.]

[thecourier]

[There aren't many places here where a person might be so happy to be heading to as Dan looks right now. There's a gentle spring to his step, a lightness to it, as if he's on his way to something dear and keenly missed.]

It's home. [He says, and he lightly tosses the package in his hands from one to the other.]

Been gone a while. All the way out t' Navarro.

[theenforcer]

[Barbie tenses though, frowning because of what happened a moment before, and what that means about this place.

His gaze drops to the package.] Mind if I ask what that is? And uhmm....

[He stops, not sure how to talk about what he has seen.]

[thecourier]

Package, from the NCR. Somethin' they picked up in Navarro that they want deliverin' out here.

[And, god, why had he never questioned that? It was such an innocuous request, such a simple one, he had never thought twice about it.]

Ain't my job t' ask what it is. Jus' t' take it where it's meant t' go.

[theenforcer]

Is that normal? I mean for you to run things around for... whoever they are like that? [Yeah, this is about to get ugly and he is worried he can't figure out a way to explain this.] What happens if you open it?