Newcomer Memorial Center - Grand Opening

[deservesabone]

Who: deservesabone & Open
When: 12/3, morning
Where: The Newcomer Memorial Center ( information & reference page here)
Summary: The Newcomer Memorial Center is now open to the public. Feel free to mingle.
Warnings: Please add any warnings to your subject header.
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[showbizpanache]

[Kurt is no stranger to graveyards, to memorials. He arrives dressed entirely in black, his long coat and scarf blown about by the wind as he holds an armful of colorful flowers. There are two small bouquets--one all yellow, one mixed yellow and red--and he moves to place the former near Roxie Hart and the latter near Kanji Tatsumi. It's drizzling, and droplets of water cling to the petals as he crouches down to observe the faces of the people he'd lost.

They'd both died. He knows that in his heart, and it frightens him. When he'd died here, he hadn't returned home. He'd gone somewhere that was too vast, too dark, and he can't remember much of it. He'd only been there for a moment, after all. But it had been terrifying.

He doesn't pray, but he does start humming softly to himself as he walks through the rows of markers, trying to keep himself from being too disturbed by the sight of them.]

[cowboy_newsie]

[Jack is kneeling by one of the graves, dressed formally, his lips moving in silent prayer. He jerks up when he hears Kurt, though, and looks almost frightened to be caught in such a vulnerable position.]

[showbizpanache]

I'm sorry if I startled you. [He looks contrite, and doesn't judge Jack at all for being vulnerable. Kurt has tears in his own eyes, after all.]

[cowboy_newsie]

It's, um, it's all right.

[He stands, brushing the dirt off his knees.]

I-- sorry. Who were you here for?

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Gohan has never really been to a memorial before, but he likes the idea behind it. There are people he misses, and it's nice to see that they won't be forgotten.

[There are several acquaintances -- like Miss Rinoa, and Ken -- he passes by with a fond, nostalgic smile, maybe a quick lingering moment to look at a face he hasn't seen in a long time.

[But there are at least two that he spends more time with than that; more memories are attached to these ones than the others. Anyone who stops by the memorials of Soul or Miss Ivy might find him there.]

[caveatwalls]

[It's still early when Sherlock quietly, and discreetly as possible, slips into the newly open memorial grounds. Not many people have shown yet, and the still rising sun makes the rain clouds nearest the horizon an off shade of orange. He hasn't really bothered to protect himself from the drizzle, except for the collar of his coat being upturned, partially obscuring his face. Droplets of rain drip from his curls as he pauses briefly at a few faces he recognizes. Quite a few. The one with that shy young Irishman from IT may find a scuff mark on it sooner than anticipated, however.

The first one to really make him stop is transcribed with Jennifer Walters. The corner of his mouth twists upward wryly. She couldn't escape the name in the end, then. She-Hulk still crosses his mind from time to time, from her bone crushing, unwarranted embraces to her refreshing intelligence among the hero set. But she had missed home, hadn't she? This was a plaque for the fortunate. It's not so difficult to walk away from that one, nor to look at it

[limitedrun]

[Griffin's had plenty of people die on him, in his time. Yet not once had he ever attended a funeral or visited a cemetery. It was too risky, where he came from. It was too predictable. He had set up his own memorial sites for those who didn't have headstones. He did so for Sarina and Tifa, when they died.

He shifted uncomfortably. There was a nagging in the back of his mind, a desperate plea for him to leave because someone was going to find him. Over a year had passed yet Griffin was still looking for the Paladins. He wouldn't let them chase him away from this. They were his friends. He needed to be here.

He headed for Carrie's marker, expression for once unreadable. He recognized the tall figure standing near the area, but didn't acknowledge him. Griffin knew that Sherlock was on good terms with Carrie. His lips tugged into a frown upon seeing her name and picture. He speaks quietly, more to himself than anyone nearby.]

She would've hated that...

[caveatwalls]

[Sherlock always seems to pick up words not meant for him, and this is no different. He plucks his cigarette from his lips and turns to look at the bouncer from Merlotte's. Their mutual acquaintance with Carrie was something he knew about, but didn't really give much thought. It especially didn't matter now.]

Don't think she'd have appreciated Robin at that point, either. [He glances back at the memorial for a fleeting second.] Not many people would make the connection, anyway.

[limitedrun]

They better not. Especially if she finds her way back.

[Griffin's mouth is still pressed into a thin frown. She worked so hard on keeping her identity secret. It bothers him, but not enough to try and change anything. She deserves to be remembered. In case she doesn't come back this time.

He looks over at Sherlock's cigarette.]

Can I bum one?

[Griffin's been trying to quit, but the memorial (cemetery?) is making him tense. He's never been good at still moments.]

[pullsheavendown]

[Almost two years spent in this world. It hardly seems believable that Roxas has spent most of his life in this world, on this island, but when he looks into the past, the days stretch far back.

Tamaki. Kei Yuki. Amaterasu. Tifa. There are a lot of names. People he cared for, people he wanted to know better. There's a tight sensation in his chest, but it's not so bad-it's good to know that they're remembered. Not everyone forgets.

He wanders around for a while, drifting here and there, losing track of time as he visits each absent friend's name.]

[little_bandages]

[Ritsuka is skipping school to be here. He didn't ask for any help, nor tell anyone he was going. Today, for no particular reason, seems to be a day for memories. He wants to see the little snowglobes too, but that's for later. Right now he weaves his way between the memorials, reading off the names in his head. Even though he's never been the religious type, he's brought little sticks of incense with tiny glass holders. Ritsuka lights one for every person he sees that he remembers, pressing palms flat together, fingers up, and saying a quiet prayer while he bows his head. It couldn't hurt, after all, and it feels right to do something. Leave them something.

Big Boss. Liquid. Triela. So many others. So many precious friends. So many memories, interesting and sometimes annoying people. It's a little bit of a relief to see them memorialized here, so he doesn't feel a desperate urge to hold them all so tightly

[paysdelamour]

[As Ritsuka stands, someone passes slowly behind him, carrying a bouquet of white lilies. There seem to be many more bouquets stuffed into the side bag that is currently resting over one shoulder. Yes, Francis is there, slowly searching the names of the memorials to find the right one. And soon enough, he does, approaching it tentatively, glancing down at the incense burner left there before he gingerly places the bouquet at the foot of the marker. He stands in front of Liquid Snake's memorial for just a bit longer, reaching up to touch the image. He looks almost forlorn as his fingers go straight through it, but he isn't crying. Liquid wouldn't have wanted that.

He happens to glance over at a neighboring memorial, one that also has a glass incense burner placed on it. Curiously, he approaches it, and looks up at the face it projects.] ... so this was your father, Liquid...? [He mostly murmurs it to himself, but after a while of watching the two, he gently plucks out one lily from one of the spare bouquets, and places it down with

[little_bandages]

[Ritsuka startles from the touch, but doesn't shy away. Francis is pretty nice. Francis knew Liquid. Ritsuka swallows hard. Now he can't rub his eyes because it'll be that much more obvious that he's been crying, and he doesn't want that. He's fourteen now, damn it, he shouldn't be bawling like some little kid. It's not as if Soubi is even really dead, even if he's disappeared completely. Twice.

(But the others are probably dead in their lives. Gone forever now.)]

B... bonjour, Francis.

[paysdelamour]

[He gives a weak nod, to signify that he had heard Ritsuka's reply. Even for a man who promised to himself that he wouldn't cry, he seems awfully ready to. He even has to blink a little bit to try and remove the mistiness from his eyes. ]

... it was sweet of you, to bring incense. [He motions to the little glass incense holders.] I'm sure they will be appreciated.

[He pauses again, as he draws the hand away from Ritsuka's shoulder. Francis doesn't want to scare the poor thing away.] This man... is he from your world?