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LAUGHTER LINES / seizure - bubblegum - 01-18-2021
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
*tldr at the end
Things had been going...okay, given everything that was happening in the meantime. The female made her rounds around the islands, rested as she needed, and seemed to be relearning life as a pirate fairly quickly. The routine was not stagnant, but it was still there, for her to lean back on when she hadn't anything to do, and she appreciated it for what it was. And hopefully, soon, with time and rest, she would be back to being just as useful to the Typhoon as the rest of her crewmates. For now, however, she'd simply take what she could get. And today, she'd find herself on another one of her short walks - this time along one of the shorelines, not far from Barracuda Bay, heading closer to the docks. She'd supposedly had a hut somewhere along this beach, and then her room in the Tempest. She'd yet to visit either, but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to do so today. Maybe she could get some better clues to who others knew she was if she headed to her old hut.
She didn't quite remember the path to it, but she remembered what it looked like on the outside. A white porch with a pale blue exterior, an old koi pond to the side. She figured that would be easy enough to figure out. And she wasn't in any particular rush anyways, moving along at a relaxed pace. What exactly was in the hut, she wasn't sure. She was vaguely aware there was a deep history in it, many treasures she'd kept within it, memories she'd left, family she'd raised and lost. It'd remained mostly untouched since she'd left it to move to the captain's quarters. What all she hadn't brought with her sat dormant, and so she figured that would make for a potentially useful story she could learn.
It wouldn't take long for her to find the hut, remembering its look and the general area it was from the shoreline to the jungle. The former captain drew closer to the porch, greeted with its white wooden steps and a few paintings sitting out on it, slightly weathered from not being brushed off in several months. They were of the beach, of the sun, and of the moon. She moves closer to them, reaching out a paw to gently wipe at them. She would look at them for a few moments longer before pushing at the door, slowly entering the empty home.
The first thing she would be greeted with would be the dust. Her paw reaches up, swaying in a motion to clear the air around her, slight coughs escaping her. Instantly, she's filled with a sense of intrigue. Most of the furniture was still here. A large sofa with a few blankets draped over it, pillows stashed side to side. Various decorative rugs, several hanged paintings, a few wooden tables. It wasn't incredibly big, the living room to the side, and the dining room directly ahead, kitchen to the side of it, a spiraling staircase and two rooms behind it. Overall, it was quite quaint, mostly light hues all over with plenty of decorative colors to keep your eyes entertained. There was a homely feeling, moving around it, but also something so quietly tragic seeming to be crying within. There was a feeling she was missing something big, something she shouldn't have lost. And you may think, well, wouldn't such a feeling be normal for someone who'd lost their memories? Perhaps, but it was different in a sense. This felt different.
Her paws eventually lead her to one of the doors next to the stares. As she reaches out for it, a shockwave seems to crawl up her leg, to her spine. It paralyzes her for a moment, causes her to lose track of where she was. But with a blink, she's back to her goal, and she pushes the door open. What she finds when it's opened, is a bedroom. This room seemed to be dustiest of them all, and a wave of sadness drapes over the tigress. A large bed close to the ground sat untouched in the back center of the room, a small shelf to her side. A picture frame sits upon it, a dreamcatcher next to it, curled up and unused for quite some time. Looking at it, she feels a sense of unexplained dread, and so she turns her head, looking to the picture frame instead. It was a small photo, capturing a face she recognized. A dark purple doberman, antlers upon her head, sleeping peacefully in the sun.
She finds herself staring at it, and a sickly feeling begins to take over. Sadness that she couldn't figure out, head beginning to grow dizzy. She decides...perhaps it would be best to get some air. Maybe she's overexerted herself, coming here. Maybe she won't really find the answers she seeks, coming here alone. And so, shakily now, she begins to move out of the room, begins to approach the porch. Her pawsteps are going sloppy now, and she feels more shockwaves begin to pulsate with each step. Finally, she reaches the front door, and moves to the few steps on the porch, and then her legs give out, sending her body to the sand.
She lands on her side, the soft sand catching her in a manner that wouldn't result in anything more than maybe a bruise, but her body is out of her control now. Her gaze goes distant, sparks emitting from her wings and head, and her muscles begin to twitch back and forth in a sporadic manner.
What she was experiencing was unknown to her, but it was overwhelming. It lasts for what feels like an eternity, but, ultimately, it would be over within less than two minutes. And there was nothing she could do until then but lay there twitching, electricity sparkling.
*tldr: goldie was on a walk and decided to visit the hut she used to live in with her late wife, sam. since she still can't remember anything and doesn't know all of the details regarding the situation, she thought she could come up with some answers on her own. she ends up only feeling an unexplained sadness and dread, however, and feels a dizziness begin to take her over. she collapses just off the porch of the hut, twitching uncontrollably and has small electric sparks coming off her head and wings.
Things had been going...okay, given everything that was happening in the meantime. The female made her rounds around the islands, rested as she needed, and seemed to be relearning life as a pirate fairly quickly. The routine was not stagnant, but it was still there, for her to lean back on when she hadn't anything to do, and she appreciated it for what it was. And hopefully, soon, with time and rest, she would be back to being just as useful to the Typhoon as the rest of her crewmates. For now, however, she'd simply take what she could get. And today, she'd find herself on another one of her short walks - this time along one of the shorelines, not far from Barracuda Bay, heading closer to the docks. She'd supposedly had a hut somewhere along this beach, and then her room in the Tempest. She'd yet to visit either, but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to do so today. Maybe she could get some better clues to who others knew she was if she headed to her old hut.
She didn't quite remember the path to it, but she remembered what it looked like on the outside. A white porch with a pale blue exterior, an old koi pond to the side. She figured that would be easy enough to figure out. And she wasn't in any particular rush anyways, moving along at a relaxed pace. What exactly was in the hut, she wasn't sure. She was vaguely aware there was a deep history in it, many treasures she'd kept within it, memories she'd left, family she'd raised and lost. It'd remained mostly untouched since she'd left it to move to the captain's quarters. What all she hadn't brought with her sat dormant, and so she figured that would make for a potentially useful story she could learn.
It wouldn't take long for her to find the hut, remembering its look and the general area it was from the shoreline to the jungle. The former captain drew closer to the porch, greeted with its white wooden steps and a few paintings sitting out on it, slightly weathered from not being brushed off in several months. They were of the beach, of the sun, and of the moon. She moves closer to them, reaching out a paw to gently wipe at them. She would look at them for a few moments longer before pushing at the door, slowly entering the empty home.
The first thing she would be greeted with would be the dust. Her paw reaches up, swaying in a motion to clear the air around her, slight coughs escaping her. Instantly, she's filled with a sense of intrigue. Most of the furniture was still here. A large sofa with a few blankets draped over it, pillows stashed side to side. Various decorative rugs, several hanged paintings, a few wooden tables. It wasn't incredibly big, the living room to the side, and the dining room directly ahead, kitchen to the side of it, a spiraling staircase and two rooms behind it. Overall, it was quite quaint, mostly light hues all over with plenty of decorative colors to keep your eyes entertained. There was a homely feeling, moving around it, but also something so quietly tragic seeming to be crying within. There was a feeling she was missing something big, something she shouldn't have lost. And you may think, well, wouldn't such a feeling be normal for someone who'd lost their memories? Perhaps, but it was different in a sense. This felt different.
Her paws eventually lead her to one of the doors next to the stares. As she reaches out for it, a shockwave seems to crawl up her leg, to her spine. It paralyzes her for a moment, causes her to lose track of where she was. But with a blink, she's back to her goal, and she pushes the door open. What she finds when it's opened, is a bedroom. This room seemed to be dustiest of them all, and a wave of sadness drapes over the tigress. A large bed close to the ground sat untouched in the back center of the room, a small shelf to her side. A picture frame sits upon it, a dreamcatcher next to it, curled up and unused for quite some time. Looking at it, she feels a sense of unexplained dread, and so she turns her head, looking to the picture frame instead. It was a small photo, capturing a face she recognized. A dark purple doberman, antlers upon her head, sleeping peacefully in the sun.
She finds herself staring at it, and a sickly feeling begins to take over. Sadness that she couldn't figure out, head beginning to grow dizzy. She decides...perhaps it would be best to get some air. Maybe she's overexerted herself, coming here. Maybe she won't really find the answers she seeks, coming here alone. And so, shakily now, she begins to move out of the room, begins to approach the porch. Her pawsteps are going sloppy now, and she feels more shockwaves begin to pulsate with each step. Finally, she reaches the front door, and moves to the few steps on the porch, and then her legs give out, sending her body to the sand.
She lands on her side, the soft sand catching her in a manner that wouldn't result in anything more than maybe a bruise, but her body is out of her control now. Her gaze goes distant, sparks emitting from her wings and head, and her muscles begin to twitch back and forth in a sporadic manner.
What she was experiencing was unknown to her, but it was overwhelming. It lasts for what feels like an eternity, but, ultimately, it would be over within less than two minutes. And there was nothing she could do until then but lay there twitching, electricity sparkling.
*tldr: goldie was on a walk and decided to visit the hut she used to live in with her late wife, sam. since she still can't remember anything and doesn't know all of the details regarding the situation, she thought she could come up with some answers on her own. she ends up only feeling an unexplained sadness and dread, however, and feels a dizziness begin to take her over. she collapses just off the porch of the hut, twitching uncontrollably and has small electric sparks coming off her head and wings.
Re: LAUGHTER LINES / seizure - michael t. - 01-19-2021
Ever since that day, though, the dealer had been keeping his mismatched gaze on her, keeping track of how Roan thought her progress was moving along. As time had passed, he had been glad to see that she seemed to be recovering, albeit slowly. Michael knew that it was unlikely she would ever fully regain her memory, but at least she would be healthy, and hopefully happy. He tried to help out however he could from the sidelines, making smalltalk with Roan while also offering to help grab things for Goldie. He rarely tried to talk directly to her though, knowing she far preferred the company of her new "friend," Sophiea. He was very much keeping an eye on her as well, not wanting to risk Goldie's heart getting broken while she was in such a fragile state. All in all, though, she seemed as though she was... getting better. Progress was slow, and anyone who had been watching her knew that to be true, but nobody expected her to just bounce back from such a major head injury very fast. She was just lucky to be alive, and he was sure she that she knew that, too.
When the bobcat did think about whether or not Goldie would regain her old memories – something he didn't dwell on often, since he knew how unlikely it was – he knew that there were some things better off forgotten. Once of those incidents, in his opinion at least, was the death of Sam. While he knew that Goldie had loved Sam deeply, and would probably choose to have all her old memories of her, good and bad, Michael couldn't deny he was glad she didn't have to remember such a traumatic event. The death of Sam had been gradual and relatively peaceful, at least when considering the way that she had gone out, but that didn't make it anymore pleasant. That wasn't even taking into consideration what had been said during all that, particularly by Aphra. Everything had gone to shit that day, and even if Michael hadn't been very actively involved, he had tried to wipe it from his memory as much as he possibly could. If he had known that Goldie was trying to go back to her old house, to the place where all of that had happened... he probably would've tried to stop her, somehow. Whether it just be through idle discussion or some kind of game suggestion, he would've at least tried. Not that it would've worked, considering Goldie was still just as stubborn as she had been before.
The male had been on the way to the temple to visit Goldie, when he noticed the fact that her scent trail was leading away once again. Michael had sighed in the moment, figuring that maybe she had gone out to try and get some herbs from the jungle again. Taking a deep breath inward, the bobcat adjusted his path, moving away from the temple and following the slowly fading trail that Goldie had left behind, all the way towards her old home. As he grew closer and closer to the old baby blue hut, he felt a sense of unease settle over him, pausing when he realized where his trek was leading. A string of curses left the dealer's mouth as he picked up the pace, praying that perhaps Goldie wasn't actually there yet. However, considering how old the scent trail was, he was fairly sure that he was too late. For now, all he could hope was that the former captain had no recollection of what had gone on there, and had only been greeted by a musty and dusty old home, rather than any bad memories.
When he finally arrived at the hut, he was greeted by a sight that made his blood run cold. A sight that almost made him wish that all Goldie was suffering from were memories. Instead, he came upon her collapsed on the ground, twitching and trembling as tiny bolts of power showered out from her. It was obvious that she was having a seizure – or maybe had already had one, he wasn't sure – and something needed to be done. Michael desperately tried to think back to what few things Roan had taught him about first aid, fishing for anything in his mind about seizures. He could only remember two things – the person should be on their side, and it was best to put something soft under their head. Goldie was already on her side, so that only left the part about something soft. Somewhat frantically, Michael went rushing inside the hut nearby, mismatched blue eyes glancing around desperately for anything soft, before eventually landing on the blanket on top of the nearby couch. He eagerly hopped up, grabbing it in his jaws before he turned and headed back outside.
The dealer's voice was slightly shaky as he muttered, trying his damnedest to be comforting, "D... Don't worry, Goldie. You'll be alright. You'll get through this just fine..." He then bundled the blanket up, reaching out to try and carefully elevate her head with it. The sparks that were arcing off of her were worrying, and he knew that they would hurt, but he was willing to take the risk. Once that was done, he turned and yelled, raising his voice as much as he possibly could, "Rosemary! Someone! Come help! Goldie is having a seizure!" All he could do for now was just sit and wait, trying to provide Goldie with some feeble form of comfort until her body relaxed. He couldn't do anything, and frankly, that terrified him.
— Reggan
Re: LAUGHTER LINES / seizure - SirDio - 01-19-2021
Seizures. Lucy had experience when it came to them. But she only had experienced two seizures in her life, both of which were extremely mild. It still wasn't something she would want to deal with again, ever. While she was getting set up with a hut and walking toward the temple to see what supplies she would need for a proper lavender setup, she heard Michael's yell for help. Though she stiffened at the words, she ran to his aid.
Despite the circumstance, she let out a soft sigh of relief. [color=#093044]"It's not that bad.. it's nothing too severe.. good." She spoke gently, eyes spotting the sparks that emanated from the tigress. And she lifted a paw toward her, careful, scared. But she tried to bring in some of the sparks to no avail, a pained huff coming from her. She felt her paws shake and she bit her tongue before turning to Michael. [color=#093044]"I.. I can't do much.. we can't do much but wait for her to stop and see if there's any damage. She'll be disoriented and we'll most likely have to help her for a quick bit." She spoke strongly, but still her voice shook.
Despite the circumstance, she let out a soft sigh of relief. [color=#093044]"It's not that bad.. it's nothing too severe.. good." She spoke gently, eyes spotting the sparks that emanated from the tigress. And she lifted a paw toward her, careful, scared. But she tried to bring in some of the sparks to no avail, a pained huff coming from her. She felt her paws shake and she bit her tongue before turning to Michael. [color=#093044]"I.. I can't do much.. we can't do much but wait for her to stop and see if there's any damage. She'll be disoriented and we'll most likely have to help her for a quick bit." She spoke strongly, but still her voice shook.
Re: LAUGHTER LINES / seizure - bubblegum - 01-24-2021
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
A few seconds pass when she hears a muffled voice call out, her body being carefully shifted around as it twitches. She gives off no reaction, hardly able to identify the sensations at all in the midst of it all. Fortunately, it wouldn't take very long for the female's body to quit with its convulsions, though the electricity emitting from her body hadn't yet ceased. She feels an overwhelming dizziness take over, world spinning, as she tries to figure out what has happened. She'd fallen, and she couldn't move. The only thing that really hurt, though was her head. Oh, it hurt. It throbbed, and she could identify the early signs of a migraine beginning to come on, vision blurring, sunlight causing her to close her eyes in response, perhaps the first real signal that the seizure was likely over. The aftermath, however, was still not so ideal.
Her mouth shifts, teeth gritting from the pain she felt emitting from her head. What exactly had occurred was unable to be processed, but she did know one thing, and that was she'd made a mistake coming here, that her head did not respond to it well, that she didn't get anything from being here. Headaches from stress were easy to come on for the female already, but it'd only been made worse by what's just happened, her body now beginning to curl on itself as she let out pained breaths. She can feel her eyes begin to water, though she's not certain the exact reason why. Perhaps a response to the pain, to whatever had left her on the ground, or perhaps due to the feelings she'd experienced inside the hut. She'd no capacity to try and figure it out now. "Head," she struggles out in a shaky voice, trying to explain the migraine that was coming on as best as she could.
Dammit.
Her mouth shifts, teeth gritting from the pain she felt emitting from her head. What exactly had occurred was unable to be processed, but she did know one thing, and that was she'd made a mistake coming here, that her head did not respond to it well, that she didn't get anything from being here. Headaches from stress were easy to come on for the female already, but it'd only been made worse by what's just happened, her body now beginning to curl on itself as she let out pained breaths. She can feel her eyes begin to water, though she's not certain the exact reason why. Perhaps a response to the pain, to whatever had left her on the ground, or perhaps due to the feelings she'd experienced inside the hut. She'd no capacity to try and figure it out now. "Head," she struggles out in a shaky voice, trying to explain the migraine that was coming on as best as she could.
Dammit.