A Starlight Carol

[eternitymods]

Who: Everyone!
When: December 24th, 23:00
Where: ???????
What: Log for the Starlight Carol Event! Please check the OOC Log for more details.
Warnings/Notes: Depends on individual memories!

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[saint_sami]

Sasami didn't catch sight of Clarie's body as Uendo had stepped in to prevent her from seeing it. However, this place, these bodies...

"I don't want that power anymore. I'm sorry I ever wanted it..." she uttered, clinging to Uendo. She's afraid everything here is because she held onto the Calamity Knight "job". Is it? Who knows, but she's preemptively thinking it.

[cureofmanyworlds]

"We... we can't let that happen..."

Nozomi shivered at the sight. It was Mayfield's collapse all over again. There's no drones trying to kill people, but everything on fire and crumbling. She didn't want to see anything like that again, and now...

[einspine]

Ah... He can sort of relate. Undyne has her moments, after all. Still, how to approach this... It's not his business, and still.

"OH.

HAVE YOU... TALKED TO HIM ABOUT HIS PROTECTIVENESS?" Perhaps he was stubborn, so Adrien gave up trying. Who is he to say?

[mythmaker]

This is the tenth day of my diet.

[She sighs again. She can't even look at Naoto. Azusa is digging into the next pudding, the plastic cups containing said delicacy now littering the floor. There's even a speck on her cheeks.]

I don't really have a lot of willpower...that's all.

[It's not all, but she doesn't want to bother Naoto with her problems with this memory. Azusa is a little convinced she's on Naoto's bad side.]

[musicinmysoul]

Honestly? Even Matilda can't help being excited about seeing Santa. The mention of him has her blinking and actively keeping lookout, only to find the jolliest of gift givers on his way to comfort the small skeleton. Her eyes widen and she can't help joining Papyrus with an eager grin, hands folded in childlike eagerness.

"Santa! Oh my goodness it's Santa, he's here too it's so good to see him again!"

[einspine]

"YOU KNOW SANTA?!?!" Oh, would you look at that? The googly eyes remain in full force! How exciting! But was it the same Santa, or one from a parallel world? So many questions! So little time...

Ah, but it seemed that big, fuzzy goat had made it up to the crying child, kneeling down before him.

"Why hello there, little one! What are you doing here all alone?"

The tiny Papyrus just stares, equally googly eyed and jaw agape. Seems he's having trouble processing the jolly figure before him!

Bad Times

[einspine]

This is... so very confusing. Papyrus really has no business being here. Arrow? What arrow? And who were these people?

He looks around, trying to find Okuyasu- the normal Okuyasu. As he does so...

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE?"

Again, none of his business, but given what he's seen so far, he knows a bad memory when he sees one.

[legalcy]

The problem isn't that Minimus won't listen to Megatron. It's that he hears the potential explanations that don't involve Megatron tossing their friendship aside for personal freedom, and the hope it brings is frightening. It's tempting to believe everything Megatron says, it's tempting to believe that he didn't abandon him, that he truly repents for his actions in war and always had. He knows what Minimus wants to hear, and he always had. That's how Minimus even got into this mess in the first place. Stepping back and attempting to reconcile the war criminal with the friend nearly shut down the Magnus Armor permanently.

It's for his own safety that he has to distance himself, now there is not Terminus, no Roller, no Clicker or other AVL member to vouch for Megatron. They cannot undergo proper legal cross-examination.

He and Megatron quietly decorate the tree-like structure in the past, neither acknowledging what the future brings. Soon, Rodimus will burst through the door and complain about their combined work ethic as they chide his lack of responsibility. Months later, they will be abandoned on Necroworld and defend each other. There was only trust there, certainty that there was nothing that would come between them. Dare he even say it, Minimus feels...emotional.

He pulls the sleeve edges of the sweater over the palms of his hands.

"Leave," he ex-vents, eyes on the past. No one should see him in this disgraceful state. "I'm sorry you were dragged into this, Tyzias, but don't concern yourself with the affairs of two old mechs."

He won't acknowledge Megatron. He already is forced to live with him, and yet the PuPu relentlessly forces the issue.

Said PuPu who realized that perhaps, the lesson that this memory was to bring back has been seen, and with over 50 other memories to go through, slowly pulls them away from the scene, starting with the background of the ship.

[legalcy]

"You crossed universes? Where did you find the energy to perform such a feat so frequently?" Usually, a geobomb or a god gun were needed to open a pathway. "Was it necessary to move again once you distanced youself from your pursuers?"

[songbird_slayer]

"I could only open a gate and move once per sennight. To push it further would be taxing on my being, though some places were tempting me to try and push those limits. Once I eluded one pursuer, another would always take its place somehow in the new world. So I always had to move."

But now that she thought about it... "The world I was in before I appeared in the Dream Width, however... that's been my longest stay so far. I'd been there for months. There's something untamed about it, wild and a little lawless. I think I may finally have a place to stay."

[tiredcharmer]

Most people wouldn't be able to comprehend the sheer scale of Megatron's atrocities. For their own safety, organic minds simply weren't built to properly process the effects of tragedies on such a massive level. Unfortunately for her, Tyzias lived in an empire that had caused so much death and destruction and suffering and injustice that its crimes were comparable to that of the Decepticons. And Tyzias had made it her personal mission to truly understand what all of that meant.

So forgive her, Megatron, when her first instinct is to punch him in the face. And forgive her when she follows up on that instinct.

It's a good thing she has Legislacerator equipped, otherwise she probably would've broken her hand.

Tyzias takes a deep breath. Then another. She sighs, stuffing her hands back into her coat pockets. "...fuck," is all she says for a moment. After a long silence, she continues. "First of all, fuck you for not telling mmmme earlier, Mmmmegs. I'mmmm not sorry at all about losing mmmmy chill there, you definitely deserved at least that mmmmuch." She runs a hand through her hair. "Secondly... wwwwell, fuck. This is commmmplicated. You fucked up on a literally cosmmmmic scale. You also saved people on a literally cosmmmmic scale. That shit doesn't balance out, and I'mmmm glad that I wwwwon't have to beat the fact that you'll never be able to mmmmake up for wwwwhat you did into you. Because that wwwwould be highly unpleasant for both of us." She heaves a sigh. "But... the fact that you're still trying counts for sommmmething, at least. Gonna be fuckin' honest here; you deserve execution.." Tyzias rubs her face. "I'mmmm not saying wwwwe're not friends anymmmmore or to never talk to mmmme or mmmmy non-existent progeny again, but... I need space to sort this shit out properly."

[modelcivilian]

"I've tried. He only let me attend school after Nathalie talked to him though..."

Adrien doesn't look at Papyrus. Instead, he watched his father rush across the top stairs back to the hall he originally came from. A second later, Nathalie and his bodyguard are both hurrying downstairs, the bodyguard out the door while Nathalie turns and disappears into a set of doors behind them.

[acapriciousreaper]

"You've died multiple times," Kuja surmises. "I have to commend your fortitude. I've managed once and I doubt I could face it again."

[einspine]

Goodness. With the way they're all hurrying, it paints a rather clear picture in his head.

"THEY SEEM WORRIED. NOT THAT THAT JUSTIFIES THEM BEING SO CODDLING, BUT I'M SURE HE DOES CARE IN HIS OWN... UNIQUE WAY."

But rather than leave it there, he adds, "BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU ANY LESS JUSTIFIED IN YOUR FRUSTRATION. EVEN THE MOST WELL-MEANING PEOPLE CAN MAKE MISTAKES."

[pishirogane]

Oh...

[Azusa didn't look like she needed to diet... maybe some idol expectations which would be unfortunate.]

That's fine. It's just something to work on.

[waningsigns]

[Frisk nods, walking a couple steps back to take a running leap over the cracked earth. They wait patiently on the other side for Kuja to cross as well, however he chooses.]

"Had to get used to it. Didn't always have this place memorized, people wanted me dead."

[timecrash]

Serge doesn't quite know what to make of that. This kid doesn't have anybody? He wonders about the other Frisk, as well... and makes a mental note.

"I'm sorry. It's my dumb memory, we can try and find a way out of it if it's making you uncomfortable..."

"Serge," the spirit says, gently. "This is important. You think about your father's death so much-" There's a flinch, then. "How often do you remember things like this? It's important..."

Re: Bottle

[old_stoneface]

"Wasn' nuff we got the damned 'sasssns, but a guild f'r thieves... bassrd..."

Vimes cringed slightly. "I'd forgotten about this. Probably because I woke up at my desk with Captain Curry dragging me back to my quarters. It was a rough year, and... sometimes the world only comes into focus through the bottom of a bottle."

[acapriciousreaper]

Kuja watches Frisk carefully, taking the gap at a run and landing exactly where Frisk did. He assumes, since this has the air of a dungeon, that there are traps everywhere. "The people here attacked you? Why?"

[waningsigns]

[Frisk shrugs, continuing on their way.]

"Frisk didn't tell you? Monsters are trapped underground. Need seven human souls to escape. Have six. I'm human."

[They figure Kuja can fill in the blanks from there.]

[plagueofshadows]

Plague Knight gives a bit of a start when he hears someone else speak beside him, whirling to face Serge and pausing for a moment or two.

He sighs, with a bit of longing to it, and looks back to his memory self and the tall woman. "Yes... Her name is Mona. Oh, looking in from the outside like this- how did I never see it? How could I never tell that she loved me back?"

[acapriciousreaper]

"Hmph." He thinks he can understand where this is going. "Of course. Desperation does terrible things to one's inhibitions. Still, I don't think you're a mage and all you had was a damned stick, what sort of cowardly-"

He sighs. "My apologies. I hope you made them pay for it."

[mech_and_mutt]

"Fake?"

But he didn't even need a double-take or a second glance to know that Kuja was right. All it took were a few words and a faint recollection suddenly became vivid.


The latter was growing increasingly sheepish after her poor performance. "I-it's my first try! Of course it's not going to sound perfect!"

"Right." Carmine nodded-- now, at a closer look, it was obvious that the lips on his 'muzzle' never actually moved. "Anyone's first time would sound like that."


"...Oh my Dog. Carmine, and Rose-- they were--"


"Hah!" Red was cut off by his younger self. "No, I think it's just Rose who sounds like that--"


And that recollection's crisp edge cut straight through him when he realized what came next. "--Oh no."


"Rose, your mouth and nose are different from the ones WE have!"

It was only a split second's pause, but it was all the more pronounced by its weight. The girl choked back a sob. She turned-- and, for the first time, the fog around her features was lifted. She could be seen.

She didn't have the luxury of a mask to hide it, nor her tears as she sprinted off.

And only moments later the memory sputtered and waned-- like the last bit of film being yanked clean off its reel-- before the Dream Width's show was over.


Leaving Red to sulk beside Kuja, silently flagellating himself for his youthful indiscretion. Watching it-- even recalling it stung. He could only imagine what Rose must have felt at that moment...

[acapriciousreaper]

There's a quiet, dawning comprehension. "Humans are... rare, on your world, aren't they? Carmine was hiding his identity and Rose was quite upset about it being pointed out, which implies that culturally humans are looked down upon."

[mech_and_mutt]

Red didn't lift his gaze to Kuja. "...They're not human. They're like me."