Memoryyy, All Alooooooone in the Moooooonlight~

[nihilmancy]

Who: Anyone!
When: Day 5, morning
Where: Lounge

[Between the game and the events, many people probably have more than enough sparks for a memory or power or two?

Perhaps you are here in the Lounge to watch your newly regained memories. Maybe you're demonstrating a new power? Or maybe you're just hanging out, possibly trying to ignore the effects of a horrible poisoning!]

Comments

[stakesthesame]

[ Sure, let's go for a memory.

this(to 2:40) and this play as one memory, ending with Panther evidently losing consciousness after bursting into a horrifying amalgam of terrible creatures.

Of note: Her name is consistently static'd out anytime anyone says it.
And Ma'am from Clover is there?




Also, the real Panther just kinda keels the fuck over too, groaning. ]

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ wow that sure is like, a lot ]

-- Panther!

[ running over to go like. grab her and keep her from falling over ]

[stakesthesame]

[ IT'S A LOT, AND ALSO, WHAT EVEN IS IT.

leans on her a bit ]

... think I'm gonna blow chunks, dude, that sucked.

[bitterwiththesweet]

You're frickin' right it sucked! You're not some sort of memory-poisoned now, are you?

[stakesthesame]

I think I'm okay. Just felt real queasy for a bit there.

[ rubs her face and straightens up eugh ]

Seems like it's already fading... weird. You see all that?

[bitterwiththesweet]

Uh, yeah. Apparently we're friends and I'm kinda cool and we hunt vampires?

[ I mean I completely missed that shot but, ]

[stakesthesame]

... yeah. You were there, weren't you.

[ quiet for a moment, then. grins ]

Lucky me!

[bitterwiththesweet]

I...guess it's lucky that we know each other.

[ SHE GUESSES!!!! ]

[stakesthesame]

Maybe we were already smoochin' by then, huh?

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ snrk ]

That's a pretty big assumption, isn't it? Unless you're saying kisses are the cure for poison back home, too.

[stakesthesame]

Is it THAT big of an assumption? If we're dusting vampires together we're clearly pretty close!

[ also. still leaning on her. ]

[bitterwiththesweet]

We were dusting vampires with 3-5 other people.

[stakesthesame]

Maybe we're smoochin' all of em.

It's a smooch conspiracy. ... Smoochiracy.

[bitterwiththesweet]

None of them really seem like my type, I gotta say.

[stakesthesame]

[ llleaaaaans obnoxiously heavy against her ]

Not even me?

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ UGHHH you nerd. looks off to the side, avoiding eye contact ]

I mean you're cool I guess and you look good that's all though

[stakesthesame]

[ LAUGHS, unleaning, and floating a bit away from her ]

That's right! Thanks for recognizing my beauty, gorgeous~

[bitterwiththesweet]

Don't let it go to your head, beautiful.

[stakesthesame]

Too late, my ego's already inflated.

[bitterwiththesweet]

Sounds dangerous. Maybe I should find a pin and pop it.

[stakesthesame]

Oh, so cruel.

[ floats up a bit to tug on her hair ]

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ shoves a hand in her face!! ]

Panther!

[stakesthesame]

Bwuh--

[ licks her palm, cackling ]

Mmmm?

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ WEIRDO ]

Weren't you the one telling me to be worried about dillweeds trying to eat me?

[nihilmancy]

[This memory is particularly blurry with the sound coming in and out. In particular, any time Tabby's name would have been said is completely muted.

First Tabby, apparently very young, sits around a table in a cozy little home with several other people, including two older children. There is flatbread and beans and soup in front of her, but she turns her attention to a broad-shouldered man at the head of the table. "How was your day, papa?"

Tabby's father smiles, and looks over to her mother, and proceeds to talk about farming, addressing Tabby with a muted name. Much of the audio is too quiet though, the details hard to make out. Apparently the harvest will come a couple weeks late this year.

All proceeds happily, until quite suddenly, the ground shakes, everybody in the house screams, and all goes dark.

Abruptly the video cuts to a strange dark space, with a far off light up above showing a rough stone ground. Around Tabby are dark shapes and glinting pools on the ground around her. She sobs, wailing in grief and terror.

Another cut. She wanders through a cavern, dimly lit by veins of metal or crystal in the wall. She looks down. Her tiny hands and feet are bloody. The image starts to blur, and goes black.

The actual Tabby looks sad, but strangely detached and calm as she watches this.]