⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.

PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴ The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory?

Comments

[osteothropy]

As aggressive as that is, Sans doesn't flinch. He's been through this enough times that it's practically expected. Still, his expression sobers just a little - it's not a joke to him, as much as he's not going to break down crying because of a job he's theoretically been doing for his whole existence.

"Angels can't solve all of humanity's problems, bud," he says. "There's too much, and it's not our job. At least not for angels like me." His hands are stuffed into his pockets, which is the only sign of his inner defensiveness.

"I'm not tryin' to be an asshole here, but sometimes you just get unlucky. It's not your fault. A lot of other people out there get pretty unlucky, too."

[puddingemote]

"I-is that supposed to make me feel better?" Tamaki snaps, pulling his hand back in to unconsciously hug himself around the middle. "I just have to accept that no one did anything and that's... that's fine?"

He can't possibly accept it. It won't make what happened okay, it won't make the despair in his heart go away. He shakes his head, fingers curling into his t-shirt.

"Will they even get in trouble for this?" It's a desperate question. Please tell him at least something is right with the world.