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come_sailaway2023-02-27 03:34 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-27 03:34 pm
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Some Legends are Told
Who: Valdis and some Poor Unfortunate Souls (Opens upon request)
What: Memory Share Event starters
When: March
Where: All over
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death
Remember Me for Centuries | Crichton and Nounaga | CW: Violence, Gore and Death
The roar of battle surrounds a desolate landscape. Swords, spears, axes, magic and fierce warriors clash on all sides. Some have gleaming armor and a shimmer, like wings, follows them as they fight against equally beautiful warriors in black armor. It almost feels like a chessboard has come to life, but dirtier, grittier and bloodier. A chorus of spine tingling howls fills the air and the fighters around you begin to hesitate until loud voices call for them to hold strong and they try to renew their fight. A lone, aged warrior races through the fighting just as seven, giant Hounds come over the crest of the hill.
The Hounds leap into the fray, not caring which warriors they ravaged in their attack. The aged warrior draws a shining blade and engages in battle with one of the Hellhounds, while the largest Hound simply stands by to watch.
Heavy Metal Broke my Heart | Shiranui | CW: Violence, Gore, Death
The night sky is deeply polluted by the lights of the city, but the small house in front is quiet and dark. A light flickers on, some voices, shadows moving across the window, a crash. The lights go dark, even the streetlamps and the houses along the street. Drawing closer there’s sounds of a quiet scuffle going on inside and the strong scent of blood.
The Darkness that You Felt | Erin | CW: Violence, death
The garden is on fire. Screaming and the sounds of clashing weapons are off in the distance. Slain animals leave puddles of blood seeping into the once vibrant grass, people too, dead amongst the trampled flowers and burning trees. Erin may recognize the garden, and the fountain in the distance.
I am the Opposite of Amnesia | Palamedes | CW: Murder Mystery!
“What do we have, Stiles?” A dark haired woman asks, her tone soft.
“Same as last week,” he murmurs, “Female, mid twenties her name is Valerie Wells, married, no kids, we are trying to contact her husband now.”
Walking into the crime scene, the metallic scent of blood fills the air, thick, rancid and dead. There’s no sign of forced entry, or even a fight, whoever it was the victim either knew, or had no time to fight back.
The body is in the living room, and the investigative team moves around carefully as they gather evidence.
“Leah,” the detective, who may look familiar, asks the medical examiner currently next to the body, “Same markings?”
“Everything is the same MO so far,” Leah returns sadly, “come take a look.”
Looking over the body of the woman who was once Valerie Wells, the murder has to be either a surgeon or some highly trained medical butcher, the lines are clean, the ribs carefully cut and moved and the heart…the heart has been carved upon, strange symbols that mean nothing yet.
Inside My Dreams | Max, Klaus, Ari | CW: This is the Rainbows and Unicorns option.
There’s a fracture in reality filled with soft light. Its sweetness seems to draw you in. It’s warm and fills you with the sense of happiness. You may still mind getting too close, but it also may just appear too close for you to avoid.
If you happen to get sucked in, you will find yourself in a bright, flower-filled meadow (Max), a bustling market (Klaus), or inside a sickroom in an old church (Ari). These locations are pleasant for the most part. An older version of earth as some romantics might describe them, but to her, they were very much real.
The Stories are Off | Open | CW: None
The grand room is bustling. People in tailored suits and dresses, but modern, not like the balls of old. It seems to be some kind of charity event, with rich foods and even richer people flitting about, speaking with care and in some cases, barely contained dislike. Looking around, you may spot Valdis, dressed in sleek black dress on the arm of someone a fair bit older than she appears. Perhaps 50’s as compared to her 20’s. The large diamond on her ring finger might explain why she’s on his arm as they greet and converse with others.
[ooc: It would likely be best if your character looks like they belong at the charity event as Valdis’ memories try their best to justify intruders, but it’s up to you!]
As Long as There’s a Light | Open | CW: None
The city is dark but in the early light, you can see the destruction, and realize the fact that there is some war going on. A city bombed by planes in the night. People emerge, crying and holding each other, some search destroyed or damaged houses, some simply stand and stare with immense sorrow in their eyes. One may look familiar, and she appears to have been out when the bombs fell. Covered in debris and stone dust, but very few pay her any attention, still in shock from the events of the night. She’s clutching something in her arms, but you can’t tell what. If you are not from some version of earth, you may not recognize this place, but those who are may recognize the tall clock tower in the distance.
You’re a Cherry Blossom | Open
This insanity needs to stop. If you've seen a memory and need to speak to her, she can be found on the sports deck, or the library or anywhere really, but no matter where you find her, she is desperately avoiding any cracks she comes across.
Wildcard
PM me ideas, plurk me ideas, ask to see a memory from above or just offer a general chat!
What: Memory Share Event starters
When: March
Where: All over
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death
Remember Me for Centuries | Crichton and Nounaga | CW: Violence, Gore and Death
The roar of battle surrounds a desolate landscape. Swords, spears, axes, magic and fierce warriors clash on all sides. Some have gleaming armor and a shimmer, like wings, follows them as they fight against equally beautiful warriors in black armor. It almost feels like a chessboard has come to life, but dirtier, grittier and bloodier. A chorus of spine tingling howls fills the air and the fighters around you begin to hesitate until loud voices call for them to hold strong and they try to renew their fight. A lone, aged warrior races through the fighting just as seven, giant Hounds come over the crest of the hill.
The Hounds leap into the fray, not caring which warriors they ravaged in their attack. The aged warrior draws a shining blade and engages in battle with one of the Hellhounds, while the largest Hound simply stands by to watch.
Heavy Metal Broke my Heart | Shiranui | CW: Violence, Gore, Death
The night sky is deeply polluted by the lights of the city, but the small house in front is quiet and dark. A light flickers on, some voices, shadows moving across the window, a crash. The lights go dark, even the streetlamps and the houses along the street. Drawing closer there’s sounds of a quiet scuffle going on inside and the strong scent of blood.
The Darkness that You Felt | Erin | CW: Violence, death
The garden is on fire. Screaming and the sounds of clashing weapons are off in the distance. Slain animals leave puddles of blood seeping into the once vibrant grass, people too, dead amongst the trampled flowers and burning trees. Erin may recognize the garden, and the fountain in the distance.
I am the Opposite of Amnesia | Palamedes | CW: Murder Mystery!
“What do we have, Stiles?” A dark haired woman asks, her tone soft.
“Same as last week,” he murmurs, “Female, mid twenties her name is Valerie Wells, married, no kids, we are trying to contact her husband now.”
Walking into the crime scene, the metallic scent of blood fills the air, thick, rancid and dead. There’s no sign of forced entry, or even a fight, whoever it was the victim either knew, or had no time to fight back.
The body is in the living room, and the investigative team moves around carefully as they gather evidence.
“Leah,” the detective, who may look familiar, asks the medical examiner currently next to the body, “Same markings?”
“Everything is the same MO so far,” Leah returns sadly, “come take a look.”
Looking over the body of the woman who was once Valerie Wells, the murder has to be either a surgeon or some highly trained medical butcher, the lines are clean, the ribs carefully cut and moved and the heart…the heart has been carved upon, strange symbols that mean nothing yet.
Inside My Dreams | Max, Klaus, Ari | CW: This is the Rainbows and Unicorns option.
There’s a fracture in reality filled with soft light. Its sweetness seems to draw you in. It’s warm and fills you with the sense of happiness. You may still mind getting too close, but it also may just appear too close for you to avoid.
If you happen to get sucked in, you will find yourself in a bright, flower-filled meadow (Max), a bustling market (Klaus), or inside a sickroom in an old church (Ari). These locations are pleasant for the most part. An older version of earth as some romantics might describe them, but to her, they were very much real.
The Stories are Off | Open | CW: None
The grand room is bustling. People in tailored suits and dresses, but modern, not like the balls of old. It seems to be some kind of charity event, with rich foods and even richer people flitting about, speaking with care and in some cases, barely contained dislike. Looking around, you may spot Valdis, dressed in sleek black dress on the arm of someone a fair bit older than she appears. Perhaps 50’s as compared to her 20’s. The large diamond on her ring finger might explain why she’s on his arm as they greet and converse with others.
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[ooc: It would likely be best if your character looks like they belong at the charity event as Valdis’ memories try their best to justify intruders, but it’s up to you!]
As Long as There’s a Light | Open | CW: None
The city is dark but in the early light, you can see the destruction, and realize the fact that there is some war going on. A city bombed by planes in the night. People emerge, crying and holding each other, some search destroyed or damaged houses, some simply stand and stare with immense sorrow in their eyes. One may look familiar, and she appears to have been out when the bombs fell. Covered in debris and stone dust, but very few pay her any attention, still in shock from the events of the night. She’s clutching something in her arms, but you can’t tell what. If you are not from some version of earth, you may not recognize this place, but those who are may recognize the tall clock tower in the distance.
You’re a Cherry Blossom | Open
This insanity needs to stop. If you've seen a memory and need to speak to her, she can be found on the sports deck, or the library or anywhere really, but no matter where you find her, she is desperately avoiding any cracks she comes across.
Wildcard
PM me ideas, plurk me ideas, ask to see a memory from above or just offer a general chat!