If You Lost Your Soul On the Underground
WHO: Raivis and Everyone
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon, May 4th- evening to ???
WHERE: Liberty's Botanical Garden
WHAT: To honor that which has been misplaced, misguided, and in the remembrance of everything or the forgetting of only one, bring a candle and let your troubles burn.
He realized, belatedly, that he'd never posted up a time.
And Raivis could have mended that issue easily enough by plucking up his phone to punch in a few corrections if he strayed toward the nearest cafe but he had, by this point, become an extension of the fountain on the ledge of which he'd perched. Perhaps not all that wise a resting place for the tiny sputtering flame of his candle, but the faint spray of water from behind had yet to douse it.
Yet.
It was a horrible word, set horrible implications. 'Yet if I had just done this-', 'Yet he never said that-', 'yet couldn't he have been-'. It meant regret more often than not, so he kept his candle burning for that as he did for the great many things he closed his eyes to and reminisced.
(ooc: This will operate like a combination of the infamous Kissing Booth thread and the Rooftop Concert. If you want to interact with Raivis, head your reply with the word 'Mingling', if you want to just write what happened with your character- a brief or lengthy introspection/what have you- then head it with 'Solitary'. And if muns want to plan a quick meet up with each other, you can do so inside or outside of this thread. Head it with 'Closed to: characterhere'. Hope that made sense and have fun everyone!)
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon, May 4th- evening to ???
WHERE: Liberty's Botanical Garden
WHAT: To honor that which has been misplaced, misguided, and in the remembrance of everything or the forgetting of only one, bring a candle and let your troubles burn.
He realized, belatedly, that he'd never posted up a time.
And Raivis could have mended that issue easily enough by plucking up his phone to punch in a few corrections if he strayed toward the nearest cafe but he had, by this point, become an extension of the fountain on the ledge of which he'd perched. Perhaps not all that wise a resting place for the tiny sputtering flame of his candle, but the faint spray of water from behind had yet to douse it.
Yet.
It was a horrible word, set horrible implications. 'Yet if I had just done this-', 'Yet he never said that-', 'yet couldn't he have been-'. It meant regret more often than not, so he kept his candle burning for that as he did for the great many things he closed his eyes to and reminisced.
(ooc: This will operate like a combination of the infamous Kissing Booth thread and the Rooftop Concert. If you want to interact with Raivis, head your reply with the word 'Mingling', if you want to just write what happened with your character- a brief or lengthy introspection/what have you- then head it with 'Solitary'. And if muns want to plan a quick meet up with each other, you can do so inside or outside of this thread. Head it with 'Closed to: characterhere'. Hope that made sense and have fun everyone!)