theafflicted | 04 - week four

WEEK FOUR

Saturday comes to a close, and it’s time for some rest and recovery. Perhaps the TLC you deserve will come this week, or perhaps the nightmare will continue. It’s hard to say with things being so strange around you, from Wei Wuxian’s disappearance to the sudden addition of objects and places and creatures from your homes. Who knows what this week will bring? Nothing ordinary, that’s for sure.

You wake up on Sunday to an increase in those little glimpses you saw yesterday. What were snippets of songs, locations that might’ve seemed familiar, and creatures that were dormant, are now all alive and whole. When you go to the karaoke bar, the songs you once knew are there. Monsters and animals are alive and sentient. New business are abound. Vehicles are operable, and perhaps some of your old belongings are back, too.

However, some of these things aren’t even things that should exist outside of your dreams. They may be far too strange and unusual to be real, or just things you don't remember ever seeing. The only thing you remember about these things in particular is that they were, quite literally, in your dreams this week.

That being said, every few hours, all of these things from your homes and dreams fade out and get replaced by new sounds, places, beasts….only to maybe come back again at another time.

Well. At least there's one constant here: You’ve got a handful of new locations to look at, with the fog having spread once more, and they aren't going anywhere. There aren’t as many new places that are native to Estelline this time around, but that may be for the best, considering everything going on.

SETTING TRACKER

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NEWSPAPER SUBMISSIONS + EDITION #1

SAGE / FLORENCE / LORELEI

MEM SHARE DETAILS

OOC NOTE

OOC: Details on this week can be found here!

Also, we have a lot of participants for the news activity from last week. Neat! Everyone who participated in some capacity will have a small polaroid camera delivered to their doorstep. There's limited film, though - 10 photos per camera. It doesn't seem like there's any extra film at this time, either.

Finally, there will not be any weekly tasks this week. You guys are going to be busy with memshare and dreamscape stuff; instead, enjoy the Estelline University Newspaper!

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[Shin, in contrast, is looking in an entirely different direction entirely as he stares down another street--but he turns back the moment Hien addresses him.]

...Yeah.

[The good thing about being functionally a ghost means not needing to trudge through the deep snow, so it won't be much trouble to make it to the library. The other good thing about being functionally a ghost means not needing to open doors like an actual person, so from the looks of it they can just noclip straight through it if they want. Convenience!]

[ Such is the perk of being a ghost. Before Hien goes through the door, he looks back at Shin again. ]

Something caught your eye on the other side?

[He shakes his head.]

...No. I was just wondering if I'd hear anything.

[In any case, he'll pass through the door without any further ado. The library itself has clearly seen better days, with plenty of shelves in disarray or books that are outright missing. With no electricity or any other signs of life, a clear trail of snow leads further inside into an wide open area, where a small boy with a thin blanket around him leans back against a four-legged machine as he dozes.]

[ Oh... it makes Hien want to give the boy more blankets, but he can't. He looks at the machine too. ]

... Is this a different kind of Fido?

...No. That's what I used to use, when I was still fighting in the Republic. They were classified as unmanned drones, though.

[So like, half-right by technicality since Fido is also considered a drone...?!

As they do their ghost thing though, the boy begins to stir, almost like he can hear their conversation... except it'll quickly become apparent that isn't the case, since his gaze passes straight through them when he lifts his head and starts looking around for something. And as his eyes fix on the direction of the library's exit, he gets up and slings an oversized assault rifle over his shoulder and heads over.]

[ Hien watches the boy go with that AR, and then looks over to Shin. ]

Stranded? Or just stationed by himself?

Stranded. The rest of the squadron died in a battle the previous day... but by the time it ended, it was too dark to navigate back to base and I was separated from Fido. So I took shelter here.

[Which wasn't altogether unusual, as far has happenings go. So as he watches the younger Shin open the door and leave, his expression goes pensive.]

This is probably the day I found my brother's body.

... I see.

[ He wonders what Shin was trying to hear, now that Hien knows what Shin was expecting. ]

Who found you?

Fido did, I guess. We went back to base together.

[And as if on that cue, the library fades out and a scene from the snowy city fades in, set in front of a damaged cathedral. Out in the open was a machine similar to the one in the library, except with the armor covering the top half of the cockpit completely torn off, exposing who--or rather, what was inside. Because the only thing that remained there was a weathered, headless skeleton, dressed in faded camouflage fatigues and blanketed by a layer of thick snow. And leaning over to peek inside was the younger Shin, who mutters, '...Brother.']

[ So Shin was familiar with this even before he was a teenager. He quietly sighs as he also goes to peek inside. ]

... How could you tell this was your brother?

[ There's no head... furthermore, this is a skeleton. ]

...It felt like he was calling for me.

[There's a long pause like he's considering if he should continue. But he'll finally speak.]

I can hear the voices of the dead who linger without passing on. It wasn't the same as the other ghosts I've heard, but... that was probably why. [He glances over at the skeleton briefly, with a tinge of melancholy coloring his gaze before he blinks and then shrugs.] I just knew it was him when I saw it.

Edited 2022-06-27 02:18 (UTC)

Oh.

[ ... ]

The battlefield must be a cacophony, huh.

[ That can't be a good mix, especially on Shin's mental state... well, if he wasn't messed up from being a child soldier in the first place. ]

Is that condition rare?

[It's fine... everything is Fine?? He shrugs at the cacophony bit as if to say he's used to it.]

I haven't met anyone else who can hear them... and most people don't believe me when I tell them, either.

[So probably a yes, even if he can't actually say for certain.]

[ Mood on being used to cacophonies. For Shin, it's dead people. For Hien, it's his other selves. Someone open a support group for these two-- ]

Well, I believe you--even if you don't care much for it anymore.

[ Hien has witnessed all sorts of things and he's pretty weird himself. Also, identifying a headless person is quite the skill when there's no other identifying items. He thought of their identification numbers as he saw on the letter, but he doesn't see that anywhere. ]

... What do you think of your brother now?

[That would be the most specific support group but someone please invest in this--

Anyway. He did figure that people here would accept it more easily considering that some talked quite casually about magic like an everyday thing, but old habits die hard. So Hien believing it is... well, he's seen the full range of reactions at this point, but it does make things easier, so that's ultimately preferable.

But while he's prepared for reactions to his "ability", he's not prepared for that question. So he falls silent for a while before he speaks up again, voice quiet.]

...He apologized to me, in the end. I never expected him to forgive me... but he said he was sorry, right before he disappeared.

[And when he glances over at the skeleton again, the faint melancholy that was in his eyes returns, with a hint of loneliness mixed in.]

[ Shin isn't very expressive. As someone who's somewhat similar, he notices the look in Shin's eyes. ]

Was the apology too late?

[He shakes his head. His gaze drifts over to where the memory of his younger self touches the small, faded mark of a headless skeleton wielding a sword painted on the side of the machine. And right as the boy positions a knife in his hand by the mark as if to carve it straight out of the metal, the muffled thump of Fido's clumsy footsteps approaches.

Shin shakes his head again, as if clearing his thoughts.]

...I never once thought it'd be better if he were gone.

[ Hien walks to Shin's side and puts a hand on his shoulder. ]

... Yeah. I can tell—that you're kind to people who you favor. I'm sorry for what happened to your brother.

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