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Who: Everyone
When: Day 45, early afternoon
Where: Everywhere

[ You've had your time to exchange candy and spooky stories, and the game has come to an end! Everyone who took part received a bag of candy to take to their train, as a bonus reward for the entertainment. Shortly before the game setting can fade away, Finn's going to declare the winners:

Thyme, Senna, Jasmine, and Clover ]

Aaand that's a wrap. With any luck, you guys had some actual fun. Don't forget to brush your teeth and, huh ... enjoy the candy?

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[ Surely it's fine to take one more memory publicly. ]

[ Surely! It's fine! SURELY. ]

[ Except no, it isn't, because it turns out that this memory is Fucked Up: she and a group of others are hunting a mimic monster because they need some of its blood for Important Reasons that aren't made explicitly clear. After hours of nothing (that is conveniently montage'd through), things go to shit very extremely super quickly! There's blood, carnage, people getting chomped on and having their blood drunk, and fighting desperately. It's bad. It's b a d. ]

[ And as it plays out on the screen, Faito, sitting on the couch, just stares blankly. ]

[On one hand, so THAT'S the deal with the pendant.]

[On the other hand, ALL THAT OTHER SHIT.]

[So she's knee deep in something that involves needing a Mimic's blood and also that's a whole hell of a lot of magic treated normally and Kaito is there and]

[Yeah, that is a lot, but most importantly]

[He is absolutely not gonna touch her, instead moving to sit down on the floor in front of her so he's obvious, Sunset in his lap and he's just gonna wait to see what kind of reaction she's gonna have to that because he knows it's gonna be bad.]

[Solar here to see another memory.]

[Welcome to more magical teen movie adventures. Apparently Solar Flare is why magic exists in this world! And her friends seemed to be involved! And one's gone so they had to go save her just to get attacked by a giant plant monster before Solar basically shoved all of them into quick sand.]

Edited 2019-11-06 01:22 (UTC)

[Did someone say memories? It's a good ol' bedtime story about how the light of day is evil.

After the fact, you'll find the older version of the subject of the memory staring out the nearest window with a hesitant expression.]

Edited 2019-11-06 06:19 (UTC)

[Well, that is....quite the story.]

You know, I'm gonna start to wonder if it's always gonna be a thing, day and night fighting each other.

[ It takes a while. ]

[ The memory was long, intense, and — a lot. It was just a lot. Reliving it in all of that vivid detail, feeling every hit, every ache and pain, every ounce of fear as one of her friends or comrades was beaten down … ]

[ So of course. ]

[ Of course the first thing she does is strike out, aiming a hard kick at him if he's in range and then immediately catapulting herself over the back of the sofa. ]

[He doesn't grab her leg, he knows flight instincts are strong, especially for her. But he does make sure to redirect to the side of his head instead of letting her kick him in the face.]

[In one fluid move, he's scooped Sunset off his lap and left her on the floor and he's moving over the back of the couch after her in case she's about to hurt herself on accident.]

Faito!

[Only three memories this time.]

[So the first one is just proof absolute will let horrible things happen for the greater good. And he knows terrifying doctors.]

[On the other hand, he bickers with Tucker like an old married couple and also it's weird no one's found them after a ship crash.]

[Finally, there's definitely a...stark contrast in Dusk and his memories. Some memories are pretty close, if with him being more goofy, but that could easily be due to age. But most of his later ones are him being more cold, more of an asshole, a lot more prone to seriousness. There is a reason for that and blowing up the dead body of an old friend is certainly part of it.]

[ She doesn't have time to collect herself — she has to move now, fast, before she's trapped and caught and helpless. ]

[ There's no real thought to it. It's instinct, raw and honed. As he moves towards her she puts the couch between them again, shoving it lengthways at him like it weighs a whole lot less than it actually does. ]

[ Luckily for both of them, it misses Sunset by a mile. ]

[ It's a barrier. An obstacle. Not the best, but she'll use whatever she's got, and she needs to find a ... ]

[ A weapon? She falters suddenly, some of the differences filtering through the haze of adrenaline. She's looking, trying to find something she can use to really fight, and - it's light, she's indoors, this isn't-? ]

[Sunset has dashed off under a coffee table. Gotta be fast when a kitty for a super soldier who wakes up from night terrors.]

[Couch to the cut isn't actually fun, but he grabs it to keep her from trying to kick it again or something else, how is someone so tiny and petite so strong, jesus-]

FAITO! You're on the train! There's no mimic, no one is going to hurt you!

[Loud, drill sergeant/dad voice. Hoping that'll get through the panicked haze.]

[ … Oh. ]

[ Oh. ]

[ Her eyes dart from him (threat, Mimic — no, that's Dusk, isn't it?) to the windows and all around, though she never quite lets him out of her peripheral vision. Oh. That's right. She's not there. She's not in the mountains, she's not fighting a Mimic. There's no blood in the air. ]

[ She lets out a shuddering breath. ]

[ Breathes in again, stronger, and eases out of her defensive stance, step by step, like she's done it a hundred times before. Gives herself a little shake to try to clear her head. ]

Dusk — I'm so sorry, are you okay? [ jesus christ mistakes have been Made — ]

I'm fine.

[And his voice is softer, gentler now that she's acknowledged him. He doesn't need to cut through the panic so much.] Just focus on breathing right now. You look on the edge of a panic attack.

[Or in one. Either way, breathing helped.]

Yeah. I know. I've got this.

[ She starts to sink down onto the displaced couch, only to immediately stand back up again. Okay. Too antsy. Sitting bad. Okay. ]

[ Walking it is, letting herself burn off some of that excess energy. ]

So. Uh. Those pendants.

Yeah, those pendants. [THAT IS. CERTAINLY A THING.]

....want to go to the gym? [Because he's pretty sure she's a 'do something when things are bad' sort.]

[ Her response is immediate: ]

Yes. [ She's pivoting and heading that way before the word is fully out of her mouth. ]

[He's gonna scoop up Sunset again and follow after quickly.]

Want to try using the pendants, or something more mundane?

Or sparring?

[What will help the antsy most????]

Not the pendants. Yet. I need to move.

[ Looks around at what's on offer, shifting on her feet. ]

Don't know if I should spar right now. [ There's too much of a chance that she could lose track of where she is. ] Push up competition? Squats?

[He nods. He can get that.]

Probably squats. Harder to see what's around you for push up's.

Squats it is!

[ SQUATS IT IS ]

On your mark?

[your legs will hate you, Faito.]

Okay. [Setting Sunset somewhere out of the way with a cat toy then finding a good spot.]

[Waits to see that she's in a good position and-] One, two, three, go.

[And squats.]

[ she's going to tackle this squat contest with all her power ]

[ with alL HER MIGHT ]

[ And she will not! Give Up! Until her legs give out!! ]

[ stubborn determination and trauma can take a girl far ]

[ godDAMN today is fired ]

[ She watches them all with him, withholding judgement despite her knee-jerk ugh, no reaction to the idea of torture. The bickering makes her smile a little. But the last memory ... ]

... Do you want some hot chocolate? The good stuff.

[Fight hard, Faito. Especially against the guy who has a dedicated squat button.]

[But helping her get out all that antsy energy is the important thing, help calm things down.]

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[Y E A H. Emily sure is a thing. But he also knows there's something Weird going on, but not quite what.]

[But that last one. That last one.]

[His expression is utterly blani, staring at the screen. It takes a few moments to respond.]

What?

[ It's understandable … it's only been a day or two since he was telling her about his friendship with York and Delta, and now — now he's remembered that. She can't imagine how he must be feeling. ]

Hot chocolate. Do you want some? [ She reaches out, her hand hovering just over his. ]

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