FEARbruary 😈

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🔪THE FEAR MEME 🩸 There are two kinds of fears, rational and irrational. Being afraid of realtors is an irrational fear. — Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events HOW TO PLAY: Comment with your character. In the body of your top-level, your character is forced to admit their biggest, darkest fear. Maybe they assumed no one was listening, or perhaps this is the work of a magical truth serum. Either way, it's out in the open now. Other characters can offer comfort, judgement, or probing psychological questions to delve into the root of this. An especially evil character might look for ways to exploit this newfound information... but you wouldn't do that, would you? Anything involving images, especially spooky images, should be linked and tagged.

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Isaac Howell | original

[canyousaveme]

Waking up to find out being rescued was only some kind of dream or hallucination, and I never actually made it home and never will.

[pharmacy]

Hear fucking hear. [ That sounds like a round of shots if he's ever heard one. He slides one over, holding his own up to suggest throwing it back. ] How do you shake that one?

[canyousaveme]

[ Gotta have some kind of condolences for going down this road. He'll down it, before contemplating. ]

I don't, really. I just figure -- if it's true, I can't do anything about it right now, so I might as well keep acting like it's not. You?

[pharmacy]

[ He tipples his empty glass, keeps his eyes on it as he sets it down. ] This helps. At the very least, it helps...keep me moving. Y'know. If escaping wasn't real, it's not like you'll get a chance to make it reality by staying put.

Do you ever miss where you were?

[canyousaveme]

I miss knowing what the answer was, no matter what was happening.

[ Granted, that's because 'run or fight' was always the answer, but at least he knew it. ]

It's easier to survive. But things are more complicated with people around.

[pharmacy]

Your sister, right? Does she know...y'know. How it was? Where you were? 

[canyousaveme]

A little. I don't want to lie to her. But she doesn't need to know everything, either. I mean -- what's the point in sharing everything? It'll just make her feel worse about it.

[ Getting it off his chest, maybe, but it's cool, he'll deal with that... eventually. ]

You tell anyone much about your stuff?

[pharmacy]

I wouldn't be allowed very many places if I did. I'd sound like a nutjob. You get it.

[canyousaveme]

Yeah. Seems like a hell of a way to get people to leave you alone, though. Until you get locked up somewhere.

[pharmacy]

Yeah. And I can't get locked up. [ So no. He doesn't talk about it. Two shots, two beers please. ] What did you want to do? Before you went away, I mean. What was the plan?

[canyousaveme]

I don't remember having much of one beyond college. Learning how to live on my own, mostly. [ Said with a wry twist of a smile. At least he can say he managed that much. ] Maybe something with computers. I'm told I used to be pretty good with them. Haven't really put that to the test yet. I get tired of finding things I need to learn how to do again.