[spoon everyone is so organized starting their pcs with memshares right away that is so smart, and then i am here just crumbling. HERE'S MY MENU just lmk if there's anything you want to avoid, anything you're interested in, or just a general vibe you want and i will pick based on vibes and stuff YEAAAH. I'M ALSO GOOD WITH ANYTHING I HAVE NO CWS AND IM FINE WITH SPOILERS and totally down to share multiple mems across this thread or across the week WAHOO]
[This is still killing me BUT FINE... They both step through doors! It's mirror hell time! My god! It's probably later in the day by now and Lucas is so fucking tired! He just glances over toward Claude.]
I think we ought to just stop walking through doors.
[Anyway speaking of theater worthy stories, a memory(?) unfolds. Claude really has to suffer through the most dramaticass thing this man has.]
It's also a lot for Lucas to absorb in like five minutes because he's ABSOLUTELY CONFUSED he has never seen this shit before in his life, but something about it makes him feel so deeply and instinctively terrified that he just kind of starts to cry as he backs away from the mirrors. I'M REALLY MAKING CLAUDE DEAL WITH THIS. well you did pick it.]
But for now he just kind of reaches out to grab for Claude's arm at around the same time that Claude's fingers brush against his, like he's not really seeing and just kind of reaching for anything stable. He shouts like he's hyperventilating.]
That— would never happen...! What a-- horrible thing—!! Why be so cruel?!
[anyway did you know the memories just loop on repeat until you escape or smash the mirrors or confront them or another memory plays?? I FORGET THIS CONSTANTLY but Lucas won't, because as soon as it looks like it's starting again, he fuckin books it. YAAAY bursts into tears and trudges off to start a new thread]
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I think we ought to just stop walking through doors.
[Anyway speaking of theater worthy stories, a memory(?) unfolds. Claude really has to suffer through the most dramaticass thing this man has.]
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Claude doesn't even have words to encapsulate what he just witnesses, looking over at Lucas, wide-eyed. ]
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It's also a lot for Lucas to absorb in like five minutes because he's ABSOLUTELY CONFUSED he has never seen this shit before in his life, but something about it makes him feel so deeply and instinctively terrified that he just kind of starts to cry as he backs away from the mirrors. I'M REALLY MAKING CLAUDE DEAL WITH THIS. well you did pick it.]
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But oh no. Claude is so bad at comforting people, he just carefully walks toward Lucas, brushing his fingers against his arm. ]
Hey, Lucas. It's okay.
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But for now he just kind of reaches out to grab for Claude's arm at around the same time that Claude's fingers brush against his, like he's not really seeing and just kind of reaching for anything stable. He shouts like he's hyperventilating.]
That— would never happen...! What a-- horrible thing—!! Why be so cruel?!
[anyway did you know the memories just loop on repeat until you escape or smash the mirrors or confront them or another memory plays?? I FORGET THIS CONSTANTLY but Lucas won't, because as soon as it looks like it's starting again, he fuckin books it. YAAAY bursts into tears and trudges off to start a new thread]