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Format: Log [complete]
Characters: Susan, Teatime, Lavi [closed]
Location: The Arena
Time: At night, after Susan receives her letter and after this post.
Summary: Susan visits the arena, determined to find out more about this "game."
Warnings: Violence. Susan and Teatime fighting each other people: it's not going to be pretty.
Susan was not one to stand around waiting when there were mysteries to be solved. She wanted to know why her memories were gone, only to be replaced by flimsy imitations that were quite obvious not real - and she wanted to know now. So it didn't take her long to visit the arena.
But this was impossible. This place was impossible.
What she was seeing couldn't exist. Therefore, it must not be real. It could not be real. She was just imagining the upside down castle in the sky.
She must have lost her sanity as well as her memories.
But deep down, Susan knew that these things could be real. Perhaps even more real than anything else. But she refused to admit that.
See that black lacy dress and the silver buttoned vest that just appeared? Also not real. The black fireplace poker, which has had the top of it removed and replaced with a small flat blade? Certainly not real.
Characters: Susan, Teatime, Lavi [closed]
Location: The Arena
Time: At night, after Susan receives her letter and after this post.
Summary: Susan visits the arena, determined to find out more about this "game."
Warnings: Violence. Susan and Teatime fighting each other people: it's not going to be pretty.
Susan was not one to stand around waiting when there were mysteries to be solved. She wanted to know why her memories were gone, only to be replaced by flimsy imitations that were quite obvious not real - and she wanted to know now. So it didn't take her long to visit the arena.
But this was impossible. This place was impossible.
What she was seeing couldn't exist. Therefore, it must not be real. It could not be real. She was just imagining the upside down castle in the sky.
She must have lost her sanity as well as her memories.
But deep down, Susan knew that these things could be real. Perhaps even more real than anything else. But she refused to admit that.
See that black lacy dress and the silver buttoned vest that just appeared? Also not real. The black fireplace poker, which has had the top of it removed and replaced with a small flat blade? Certainly not real.