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riverviewlogs2017-10-10 03:04 pm
umbrastaff) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-10 03:04 pm
Stolen Memories of a Stolen Century
who: Lup + anyone
what: memory share + catch-all
when: October
where: Places
warnings: Death, skeletons, Tom Arnold
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draiol if you want one, new and old CR alike!)
you and me, always
It starts in a semi-dark and cramped space, a small door opened just a crack to let in light from the outside. The legs of people in some sort of formal clothing can be seen walking around outside, making the space recognizable as a closet or pantry. The jam at the right might sell the latter idea.
Inside it are two small identical elven kids, all knees and awkwardness, too big ears and noses. They cannot be any other than twelve, and even that might be a stretch. Especially since one of them is wearing a way-too big dress with a belt barely holding it together over what might be the same formal tunic and pants that the other elf is wearing.
They both look solemn, eyes puffy and red from crying as they lean to each other for support. The murmur outside is a little difficult to make out, probably because there was just too much going on at once - but some voices finally pick up above the rest.
"I must say this will be difficult. It's a miracle that their aunt managed to take care of them for so long. Who is going to take them now?" One says, taking a drink of something. The 'concern' falls flat in their voice. It's only gossip to them.
There's a long-suffering sigh from another. "There are no more close family, and there will not be room for two of them in any of the homes." That last word makes the twins huddle together even closer. There was no such thing as 'homes'. This was home!
"I heard it was hard enough for them to stay in once place before their aunt, and now they're known for getting in trouble. It would be easier to split them up to raise independently." Says a third, and, at least from the memory, she sounds nearly happy about it.
Lup grabs her brother's arm tightly, trying to control herself even though her other hand is making a fist to get ready to fight. "They can't split us up! I won't let them!" She whispers, fury in her eyes and hopeless fear in her gut.
Where she is anger and fury, Taako seems numb as he holds on to her as well, but that manages to calm his sister down enough to dim the need to rush out and kick shins. Instead they sit in silence for a long time until the chatter outside seems to move on elsewhere.
Carefully opening the door, the twins sneak out and head for their room as fast as they can. Entering this safe haven, this place where they had felt happy and at home for years, they simply look at each other and nod. Grabbing a bunch of stuff into two bags (blankets, clothes, important but useless knickknacks), they carry one each before lacing their fingers together again.
Leaving their room, they sneak by the kitchen where two elves seem to be looking for them, and head for the door. It has always creaked a bit when opened, but tonight it seems like they are blessed with silence as it swings easily to reveal the big vegetable garden outside.
Lup remembers hot summers, cool autumns and beautiful springs spent here, getting the ingredients for whatever their Aunt was cooking. Things that now would go to whoever bought this old cottage. They would get to eat the beans she planted. Not her or Taako. It makes her stomach feel sour and she stops for a moment, looking at the garden and then back at her brother.
He meets her eyes, and nods. As one, they descend upon what could be harvested now, refusing their hard work to be taken by someone else. They grab vegetables from the familiar stalks and fertile earth, shoving them in their bags and probably squishing a few as they do.
Then they leave the garden, and the cottage behind them. Side by side, connected and whole, existing as the other's heart. Nothing would ever pull them apart for as long as they lived, they promise as they step into the woods and disappear in the undergrowth.
his best day
The light is coming in through a window in a room, shining on a bed where Lup is sitting next to a sleeping man. She looks soft and happy, wearing a red robe and fully dressed while running her fingers through his short brown hair. Leaning in, she gives him a kiss on his temple.
"Hey Bar... it's time to get up, babe. I got a day all planned for you!" She says softly, smiling brightly as this 'Bar' mumbles something and turns to face her. He's a human man, middle-aged and slightly chubby (with a close resemblance to Tom Arnold). He yawns, wraps an arm around her and sleepily leaning up for a kiss. "Is that so?"
Lup nods happily, meeting that kiss with barely contained excitement. "I let you sleep in for once, you workaholic." She affectionately pokes his thick nose with a slender finger. "I've got food waiting for us, and then we gotta get going."
She reaches to hand him his (extra nerdy) glasses and then abruptly pulls the covers back. Thankfully, the man is wearing boxers. (Traditional white ones with little hearts.) "Babe!" He laughs, getting out of the bed with a grin to find his clothes. The first thing he puts on are a pair of blue, sturdy jeans before he slides a shirt over his head - and gets his glasses a little tangled in it.
Lup saves him from that conundrum and then melts into his arms for a while. There's a silent, comfortable moment before he kisses her on her forehead and begs for coffee. Together, they head out to have a crazy breakfast with a ton of pancakes, toast, Fantasy Poptarts that he likes and she loathes the very idea of... and nicely fresh-pressed coffee that Lup puts way to much sugar in.
He drinks it anyway and they have a moment of peace in this kitchen that seems large enough to hold far more people than just these two. It was their chance for some alone time between all the hustle and bustle with the rest of the crew. After finishing their breakfast, they lazily leave the dishes in the sink as Lup pulls the man with her towards the door. "I know this is your day and your faaaavorite thing is working yourself to death, but I got something else planned." She winks at him as she walks down what looks like silvery stairs to the quiet world outside.
They are standing in front of what looks like a silver space ship, and Lup leans in to Barry and whispers something in his ear. He immediately looks both excited and a little pink, and they head off together.
Hand in hand.
wave echo cave
And We See Lup...
formegabond
Lup goes off in in the mess that is the robot world, and the speech afterwards. (Serious/Funny/Sad)
Merle brings her a horrible gift. (Funny)
Open Memories (Feel free to hit up her inbox or thread here if you see one of these!)
Lup's Final Battle Speech (Epic)
Lup crushes the pre-space flight interview and micdrops. (Funny)
The best day ever, including setting a DMV on fire. (Funny)
Telling her brother she's gonna become an undead monster for the greater good. (Sad)
Lup finds a gun??! (Funny)
Also Available: Shared Dreams!
what: memory share + catch-all
when: October
where: Places
warnings: Death, skeletons, Tom Arnold
Closed Memories (Just hit me up @
you and me, always
It starts in a semi-dark and cramped space, a small door opened just a crack to let in light from the outside. The legs of people in some sort of formal clothing can be seen walking around outside, making the space recognizable as a closet or pantry. The jam at the right might sell the latter idea.
Inside it are two small identical elven kids, all knees and awkwardness, too big ears and noses. They cannot be any other than twelve, and even that might be a stretch. Especially since one of them is wearing a way-too big dress with a belt barely holding it together over what might be the same formal tunic and pants that the other elf is wearing.
They both look solemn, eyes puffy and red from crying as they lean to each other for support. The murmur outside is a little difficult to make out, probably because there was just too much going on at once - but some voices finally pick up above the rest.
"I must say this will be difficult. It's a miracle that their aunt managed to take care of them for so long. Who is going to take them now?" One says, taking a drink of something. The 'concern' falls flat in their voice. It's only gossip to them.
There's a long-suffering sigh from another. "There are no more close family, and there will not be room for two of them in any of the homes." That last word makes the twins huddle together even closer. There was no such thing as 'homes'. This was home!
"I heard it was hard enough for them to stay in once place before their aunt, and now they're known for getting in trouble. It would be easier to split them up to raise independently." Says a third, and, at least from the memory, she sounds nearly happy about it.
Lup grabs her brother's arm tightly, trying to control herself even though her other hand is making a fist to get ready to fight. "They can't split us up! I won't let them!" She whispers, fury in her eyes and hopeless fear in her gut.
Where she is anger and fury, Taako seems numb as he holds on to her as well, but that manages to calm his sister down enough to dim the need to rush out and kick shins. Instead they sit in silence for a long time until the chatter outside seems to move on elsewhere.
Carefully opening the door, the twins sneak out and head for their room as fast as they can. Entering this safe haven, this place where they had felt happy and at home for years, they simply look at each other and nod. Grabbing a bunch of stuff into two bags (blankets, clothes, important but useless knickknacks), they carry one each before lacing their fingers together again.
Leaving their room, they sneak by the kitchen where two elves seem to be looking for them, and head for the door. It has always creaked a bit when opened, but tonight it seems like they are blessed with silence as it swings easily to reveal the big vegetable garden outside.
Lup remembers hot summers, cool autumns and beautiful springs spent here, getting the ingredients for whatever their Aunt was cooking. Things that now would go to whoever bought this old cottage. They would get to eat the beans she planted. Not her or Taako. It makes her stomach feel sour and she stops for a moment, looking at the garden and then back at her brother.
He meets her eyes, and nods. As one, they descend upon what could be harvested now, refusing their hard work to be taken by someone else. They grab vegetables from the familiar stalks and fertile earth, shoving them in their bags and probably squishing a few as they do.
Then they leave the garden, and the cottage behind them. Side by side, connected and whole, existing as the other's heart. Nothing would ever pull them apart for as long as they lived, they promise as they step into the woods and disappear in the undergrowth.
his best day
The light is coming in through a window in a room, shining on a bed where Lup is sitting next to a sleeping man. She looks soft and happy, wearing a red robe and fully dressed while running her fingers through his short brown hair. Leaning in, she gives him a kiss on his temple.
"Hey Bar... it's time to get up, babe. I got a day all planned for you!" She says softly, smiling brightly as this 'Bar' mumbles something and turns to face her. He's a human man, middle-aged and slightly chubby (with a close resemblance to Tom Arnold). He yawns, wraps an arm around her and sleepily leaning up for a kiss. "Is that so?"
Lup nods happily, meeting that kiss with barely contained excitement. "I let you sleep in for once, you workaholic." She affectionately pokes his thick nose with a slender finger. "I've got food waiting for us, and then we gotta get going."
She reaches to hand him his (extra nerdy) glasses and then abruptly pulls the covers back. Thankfully, the man is wearing boxers. (Traditional white ones with little hearts.) "Babe!" He laughs, getting out of the bed with a grin to find his clothes. The first thing he puts on are a pair of blue, sturdy jeans before he slides a shirt over his head - and gets his glasses a little tangled in it.
Lup saves him from that conundrum and then melts into his arms for a while. There's a silent, comfortable moment before he kisses her on her forehead and begs for coffee. Together, they head out to have a crazy breakfast with a ton of pancakes, toast, Fantasy Poptarts that he likes and she loathes the very idea of... and nicely fresh-pressed coffee that Lup puts way to much sugar in.
He drinks it anyway and they have a moment of peace in this kitchen that seems large enough to hold far more people than just these two. It was their chance for some alone time between all the hustle and bustle with the rest of the crew. After finishing their breakfast, they lazily leave the dishes in the sink as Lup pulls the man with her towards the door. "I know this is your day and your faaaavorite thing is working yourself to death, but I got something else planned." She winks at him as she walks down what looks like silvery stairs to the quiet world outside.
They are standing in front of what looks like a silver space ship, and Lup leans in to Barry and whispers something in his ear. He immediately looks both excited and a little pink, and they head off together.
Hand in hand.
wave echo cave
And We See Lup...
for
megabondLup goes off in in the mess that is the robot world, and the speech afterwards. (Serious/Funny/Sad)
Merle brings her a horrible gift. (Funny)
Open Memories (Feel free to hit up her inbox or thread here if you see one of these!)
Lup's Final Battle Speech (Epic)
Lup crushes the pre-space flight interview and micdrops. (Funny)
The best day ever, including setting a DMV on fire. (Funny)
Telling her brother she's gonna become an undead monster for the greater good. (Sad)
Lup finds a gun??! (Funny)
Also Available: Shared Dreams!
im a homestuck, you know i gotta have that lich reveal for some good, good drama
But maybe the owner of this memory didn't really want him knowing.
Maybe someday he'll figure out the key to waking himself up on cue, but today isn't that day. And anyway, he can't pretend he isn't slightly interested in hearing what Lup has to say. (He's not sure if this memory is his or hers; maybe it doesn't matter all that much.) His brow furrows; it feels like watching a movie, almost, where you want to reach out and just say don't do it, but you don't even know why, and it's not even really your place, and the story can't exactly go on if it doesn't happen. John knows that as well as anyone, maybe even more so.
All the same, he finds himself misting up a little, and he has to pull off his glasses to wipe at the corners of his eyes. Good thing there's no here to see him getting all blustery over someone else's memories. Right? Right? ]
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It made it more private, too.
She's definitely not into people she doesn't know seeing her garbage, but at least John was kind of cool. He might not make a huge deal of all this.
...okay scratch that, the nerd was sniffling.]
I can't give you a tissue in dream land, my dude, so reel it in.
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It's fine, it's fine. I'll be fine.
[ He will. He really will, but that does nothing to address the actual elephant in the room. ]
Sorry for spying on your memory. I'm not very good at waking myself up out of these things, I've tried before.
[ Gosh. This is really awkward. It's not really his place to ask if she wants to ~talk about it~ but... he kind of does want to talk about it, for his own selfish reasons, all the same. He can't help it. ]
You wanna get out of here? I'll see if I can show you one of my embarrassing memories if you want.
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[She moves to join him, watching herself and Taako have some Grey Goose and just enjoying their twin time even after she dropped that bomb. For ages she had thought Taako was cool with it, but now that she had peeked into his version of this thanks to the damn memory thing, it was a lot more tinged with sadness for her.
Still, she shrugs a bit and crosses her arms.]
Don't worry about it. It's not as if anyone can help this mess.
[The sharing of memories or the memory itself.
He seems antsy, though, and Lup steps back a bit.]
We could try leaving, yeah. I don't need to see anything of yours, though. This was kinda private, but not... bad. It all worked out in the end.
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[ He heads off in an arbitrary direction, but as dreams do, it works out all the same, though maybe it's only easy because he just expects it to work that way. ]
What do you mean, it all worked out? Did you end up going through with it, or...?
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[It seems too flippant, too easy the way she says it, but she refuses to look at him. Instead she concentrates, flickering a bit until she's her lich form in the dream as well. A skeleton on fire.]
It worked. While we didn't manage to kill the Hunger with this power, it gave us a failsafe. It was worth it, even if I ended up dying in the end and this is my real form right now.