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entrancelogs2019-02-23 07:59 am
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2019-02-23 07:59 am
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!
no subject
She casts guilt aside like a tool she doesn't need anymore. Already it's filed away neatly with Homeworld sensibilities and casual gem classism- these feelings I have for these things I've done don't matter to me and shouldn't matter to anyone else.
Lapis does not have a brain that files things away neatly. Lapis's brain is a tempest in a teapot, scattering baggage and guilt every which way, but there's just not enough room to hurl it so far that she can't find it again. They'll be here again. They've only stopped this Hell.
Peridot doesn't care. The scene fades and they're back in the barn with only the memory that were storms here once. It still tastes like salty sea air and the ground still feels gritty under her feet, and she makes a face. All the words she could have said before are abruptly replaced with mild disdain as she looks at their room. "We're... probably going to have to borrow another room for the weekend. The barn is a little... unfortunate right now."