foreshadower: Tony Harris. (ooc; Diabolical!)
The Shade ([personal profile] foreshadower) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2012-06-17 07:11 pm

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THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

Three years from now, whatever all the imPorts were called in for has been solved. The porter, in either a cruel motion or out of kindness, gives the imports a 72 hours before sending them back. It's not much time, or maybe too much, depending on the character. How are you going to spend the last time you have in the City? Maybe say goodbye to all of your friends, or finally get what you want out of it all? Will you conclude your relationship, or will things be left unsaid before you're ported out?

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» gross sobbing will ensue
» adapted from soul_skirmish. (thanks, bros!) and Lucy (thanks baby!)
hacktivist: (another victim of built in obsolescence)

[personal profile] hacktivist 2012-06-18 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
For the meantime, it will be painless. You will remember nothing. [and that is for the best, he thinks, though it enrages him underneath to have his memories robbed--even the agonizing ones. They belong to him.]

Don't be afraid.
futurebatwoman: ([A] lying down eyes closed)

[personal profile] futurebatwoman 2012-06-18 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
I don't want to forget. I don't want to -

[ Part of her does, still. Because to remember all of this and know that the odds he'll ever find her again are infinitely small would be so incredibly painful. But the idea of forgetting all this - forgetting him - is horrifying. ]

I don't want to go.
hacktivist: (soothe my soul like you did so long ago)

[personal profile] hacktivist 2012-06-18 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[he thinks he remembers dying, and it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as this.]

I know. I--don't want to forget you, either.
futurebatwoman: ([A] determined)

[personal profile] futurebatwoman 2012-06-19 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can't look up. Instead, she stays pressed against him, eyes closed, lips shaping the count down. Trying not to cry, so the last memory he (will never have) of her isn't that. ]

We'll find a way.