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December - OPEN Support Group Thread
Who: OPEN (Including to all the new characters who app throughout the month)
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: There are meetings at various times 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.
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: There are meetings at various times 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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Why was he going to a support group, again? Admittedly, his vision was confusing, but not in the way this Mr. Martin made it sound. If anything, Casimir was even more curious. What did this vision mean? Surely it was something amazing, right? For someone to change into this super teeny angel into his palm. Nevermind that his past self said it wasn't his doing - it clearly must have been. The angel was even adorable. And it had something super important that his previous life wanted. If anything, he was more surprised that past lives existed; he can't believe the stuff he sells is actually real.
He's all smiles when he walks in, giving warm greetings to those he passes. And when he spots the free food and drinks, he beelines it to the table. He stacks a few doughnuts and a muffin on his plate and pours as much coffee as his cup can hold. He finds an open spot to plop himself on, greeting anyone sitting next to him, and digging in with a smile.
When it's time to share his experience, he's more than happy to share. If that one, singular vision is anything to go off of, then surely he must be someone very important. He lacks the accent he has when he's running his metaphysical shop.
"I think I must have been someone really important. I was able to be with an angel while it was being born! There was a bright flash of light, and then next thing I knew, I had an angel in my hand. Did you know that angels, when they're born... actually, maybe it's just when they're reborn? They're super tiny and can fit in the palm of your hand." He first mimes playing flute when he talks about it, then holds his hand out and points to it when he talks about the angel. Then he reclines back in his chair with a flair of his hand as he finishes his story. "They're actually really cute, too. I mean, how can something that tiny not be cute? I can't believe previous me didn't want to keep it."
As if an angel could be some kind of pet.
"I wonder what I did that worked with angels and their births. Maybe I was some sort of God or Guardian myself!"
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"Super fascinating, though. And it sounds so cute! What happened to it, since you didn't keep it? Or was the memory not long enough?"