[closedissh!]

[lostkings]

CHARACTERS: Peter & OTHERS
LOCATION: here, there, and everywhere
WARNINGS: tbd; will change when necessary
SUMMARY: empathy links log + everything that goes along with it (from oct. 11 - nov. 7th)
NOTES: if you'd like me to post the starter, feel free to toss me a pm (or any other means of contacting me.) same goes for if we haven't planned anything and you'd like to do so now; head on over here for more ideas. BUT for the most part, tag under the stage header. feel free to specify the date if you'd like, but otherwise, it's a free for all.


[ starters will be found below! ]

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STAGE TWO (OCT 11 - OCT 24)

[lostkings]

[werewolfing]

[the memories come in flashes.

somewhere in the woods. verdant green, the squeaking of the wheels of a cart over uneven ground. the man on it (nicolae, grandfather) is dead, being pulled feet-first toward...something. perhaps a dozen people, walking. your scalp itches. it's been three days since you've bathed.

flash.

where's the bottle? tell me somebody brought the bottle! a woman (mother) puts a liquor bottle into your hand. its a puppy-huge hand, the kind that belongs to half-grown boys, but you pull that liquor like a pro. it burns, cheap. she takes the bottle and hands you a sword.

flash.

they've tied a rope to his ankle, hoisted him up on a squeaking pulley. his arms hang down at stiff angles. it's a real sword, the edge honed, well cared for. are you ready, sweetie? your mother pats your shoulder.

you're ready. it's an honor. he wanted it to be you.

flash.

you're not ready at all. the rope creaks. you swing.

somehow, you get it right, and the cut is clean. his head makes a sound like a melon hitting the ground. it bleeds from the neck, and the blood soaks into dead leaves and damp ground. relief burns as much as the liquor did.]

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE, also let me know if you want memory recaps!

[lostkings]

[ the weird memories? had gotten to a point where peter was inclined to put his fist through a wall. at least he knew the memories weren't from some other universe, some life he'd abandoned and set aside-- or maybe he was still pulling at straws, hoping he'd end up picking the right one that made sense. the fact that he was from another universe spread out a map of new possibilities, only he had to close his eyes to pick them all out. it made everything - and yet nothing at all - possible.

scrubbing at his face with his hands, peter finally set everything he was working on aside, heading out of the engineering department with all the enthusiasm of an attack dog.

the only problem was, he had no idea what he was looking for.

another shout out to the network was likely to irritate more than a few people, and yet the idea of sitting with some random's persons memories in his mind was enough to make his skin crawl. maybe if he just wandered through the ship for the better part of the day he'd feel better and he'd at least be moving, but it wouldn't be good enough. he'd want to hand the memories back over, stuff them back in their owners hands. mostly, he wanted to make sure he wasn't insane.

heading back towards the lifts and getting off on a floor, any floor, peter had no idea were he was going to start looking. but this was better than nothing. ]

STAGE THREE (OCT 25 - NOV 7)

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