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trāmitem ([personal profile] tramitem) wrote in [community profile] tramitem_log2020-03-01 01:48 pm

March Support Group Open Log

Who: OPEN (Including to all the new characters who app throughout the month)
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: March 1st - March 31st. There are meetings at various times/days during the week, whatever works for your character between 8 am and 10 pm.
Where: There are meetings at various locations around NYC, whatever works for your character
Rating/Warnings: We ask that players put appropriate warning labels in the subject lines of their threads as they become necessary


There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts, muffins, bagels, and cookies; coffee, lemonade, water, and because one of the Different asked for it, hot chocolate. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all.

Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending.

The space is a local rec center. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. Maybe they are reminiscent of the public school you attended in your youth?

Why are you here? Curiosity? Maybe the Bureau official will say something that will help you make sense of things? The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food.

How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience.
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2020-03-12 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Elliott winced, eyeing the spilled coffee with some guilt. He rushed to grab some napkins and clean it up.

"I, um.." This was not how he'd meant for it to go. He crouched to the floor and avoided her eyes. "I was trying.. to figure out a way to tell you.."
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[personal profile] darkenedmoon 2020-03-12 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tell me...what?" Certainly he was not subjected to this weirdness as well? No, no. That was simply not acceptable. Elliott was a good boy; certainly he was here being a supportive friend. He certainly had plenty of those.

"I was going to tell you...I wanted more information first. Alas, clearly I shall not be getting information." Since any official parties had not yet begun. She was not terribly happy about it, but Yotsuyu was, at least, aware such things couldn't be rushed.

"I am sorry, though. I did not want you to worry..." After all, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself...
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2020-03-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Hands full of sopping brown napkins, Elliott stood. He tried and failed to hold eye contact, staring instead at the mess not fully contained by the handful of napkins he'd grabbed.

"Yeah," he said, half-laughing. His fingertips felt warm and sticky and gross. "I worried all while you were gone how you would react. I guess..."

He finally braved raising his head. "You're Different, too?"
Edited 2020-03-27 18:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] darkenedmoon 2020-03-28 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that what they call us?" Yotsuyu asked, feigning an airy little laugh. Trying to cling to calm she really did not feel. "I suppose so, then..."

She looked over at him, concerned. "How long has this been happening?" Yotsuyu did not want to admit that as soon as she'd disembarked from the plane, practically, the moon had been filling her vision, shining cold and aloof in the night sky...

Yotsuyu scowled slightly, then, and shook her head as if by doing so, she could banish all of it. Damn, but she wanted a cigarette.
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2020-04-06 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, uh.." Elliott thought about it a moment. "It started a day or two after you'd gone for your business trip, for me. But yeah, 'Different' is the term they're using, I guess. Not the best one they could have picked."
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[personal profile] darkenedmoon 2020-04-14 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I see," she said. "I suppose that explains why I experienced it practically as soon as I set foot on the ground here again." Ugh, it was so very distasteful! Why did this have to happen? All Yotsuyu wanted to do was rage--but it would not do to have a tantrum in front of her son.

"No, I think not. Though I suppose it does sum it up, does it not?" It was a twisted little smile that flattened her lips. As if she'd eaten something sour.

"Have you had any more of these visions? I've not, yet, but...I suspect it is only a matter of time, no?"