The Reincarnated Lovers Meme

[daydreaming]

The Reincarnated Lovers Meme
Everyone knows the feeling of when you see someone and you know you've seen them before. Isn't that a part of déjà vu? But what if the connection you have with that person goes beyond the superficial recognition of familiarity? Perhaps you were connected once...in the most intimate of ways. Some religions and philosophies believe in reincarnation of souls, and it's said that souls could be reincarnated together - once again to follow out the same path they did before. Or maybe not. Maybe it could be a second chance for fixing things that went wrong before, like the a tragedy or circumstances keeping you apart. But can you take that chance? Do you even want to? HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character, stating preferences and pertinent information. Tag around to others and roll the RNG to determine what your scenario will be. The first roll determines the parameters of the "past life," the second the parameters of the "present life." The meme is intended to take place in the present, but there's nothing stopping you from playing out flashbacks to the "past." Play out the scene! WARNING: There will probably be triggers here.		A. THE PAST Medieval: The two of you lived in the middle ages or an equal high fantasy setting. Kings, queens, knights, wizards, your doomed love was set among the sword and shield. Feudal Japan: During this time, honor reigned supreme and warriors lived and died by the sword. Perhaps the two of you lived here? War: World War I, World War II, World War...III? Whatever the tension was, the two of you weren't living in happy times. Not Human: You were gods, demons, monsters, angels - or at least one of you was. Sci-Fi: The two of you found love in a world of science and technology...maybe a base on the moon? Taboo: In a past life, the two of you were related, yet still somehow fell in love. Or perhaps there was a big age gap, or different social standings. Whatever it was, your affection was "wrong," somehow. Intended for Someone Else: One of you was engaged, intended, or taken by someone else. Not Allowed: For some reason, you couldn't have your love back then. Tragically Cut Short: Somehow, your love ended in tragedy and one of you died. Living Happily Ever After: The two of you grew old together, had a family, the whole shebang, and died of old age. As a reward, you get to be with your loved one again. WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN B. THE PRESENT (Not So) First Meeting: You could swear you've seen this person before...but where? Need to Be Near You: You don't know why, but you have to be close to this person, to protect them, to love them. Memories: You're having memories of your past life and it's freaking you out. The Reveal: Somehow, the truth is revealed to you about who you used to be and what you life was like with this person. But I'm Taken: Unfortunately, you've already moved on to someone else who doesn't fit into the picture of your past. You Have to Be With Me: You're determined to rejoin with your past lover...even if they're not interested. He Doesn't See Me: You're afraid your lover only sees the past "you" and not the you who exists now. Are they in love with a memory? Madness Ensues: It's getting hard for you to tell which life is the "real" one, the one you have now or the one in the past. Perhaps you only see one way of release: becoming reincarnated again. It All Worked Out: The battles are fought, the war is one. You've earned your happy ending in this life and the two of you can live together. WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
Meme inspired by the anime/manga Please Save My Earth. Feel free to repost this as you feel fit.

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[aviophobia]

Nurse Chapel, I just asked for the -

[He staggers as the ship rocks beneath him, and he finds himself back in medbay, clutching at the edge of the biobed. Shit, what had he been saying? What had he just asked for? What the hell was going on?]

- the, the dermal regenerator! Stat!

[hypospraying]

[She runs to fetch it, feeling utterly confused and off balance. Why does she feel like two different people? Why is she daydreaming (or hallucinating) about another place and time? Why does she think Dr. McCoy is the most handsome, brave, and steady handed surgeon in the Army. Wait-- what? Starfleet. In Starfleet. What is making her feel these things?

She rushes back a moment later, handing him the regenerator. Thankfully there are no more flashes of that other place for the moment.]

Here, sir.

[aviophobia]

Thank you.

[Dammit, Len, focus. This isn't the time to be taking flights of goddamned fancy to wherever that was - whenever that was. You've got enough on your hands as it is.]

Finished here - do a post, Nurse Laria - give me that PADD, who's next?

[He snatches up a PADD from a nearby nurse, scanning for the next patient.]

Nurse Chapel! Table 17, now!

[And he's off.]

[hypospraying]

[She's at his heels, ready to assist. It takes her a moment to notice the ship's rocking has stopped, but she doesn't mention it aloud, instead focusing on the crewman on the table. But then her vision blurs and she's at another table, packing supplies. When she sees Dr. McCoy nearby, she reaches out and tugs on his shirt at the elbow.

"Please, sir. When we reach the new location, I want to assist you however I can. You know I take orders well, and I'll do anything you need me to." She feels a bit of heat in her face and knows she's blushing. It's wrong, she knows, but she hasn't heard from Roger in so long and she wants to be useful to someone.

[aviophobia]

[He clicks the tricorder on over the next patient, running the wand over their body, checking the readouts on the screen. He's noticed the stillness of the ship, and his aching back is grateful for the repri

"Thank you, Nurse Chapel." He glances at her for a long moment, noting the color in her cheeks. It's not unattractive. He would be foolish to think his nurse was anything less than beautiful, but he knows she has a fiance out there somewhere, and he would never dream of getting between them. "I hope you feel you have not been ill-used here?]

[hypospraying]

["Not at all. I enjoy making a difference." The sound of shells gets closer and again there's shouting to move out. Christine quickly zips up the supply bag and reaches out again to touch the doctor's arm.

"I'll see you at the new location, sir."

Christine comes out of her daze to see she's touching Dr. McCoy's arm right there in the medbay. She gasps, quickly turning back to the patient and moving to tear the fabric away from the injury to his calf, carefully not looking at McCoy.]

[aviophobia]

[Christine's sudden touch to his arm nearly makes him drop the tricorder, and it takes a moment of inelegant fumbling to get it back into a firm grip.]

Heartbeat is accelerated. We need 50 mg of tramadol - should be enough for now.

[hypospraying]

On it, sir.

[She hurried over to the medicine lock up, which wasn't so locked up anymore after a fallen beam had taken out the door. Carefully stepping around it, her eyes scanned the shelves, seeing that some vials had been knocked around and were on the floor. She couldn't use anything damaged, so she hoped the tramadol was safe. After a moment she found it, vial undamaged, and returned with it and a hypospray for the doctor.]

[aviophobia]

Thank you, Nurse.

[Her absence also gives him a second to have a pretty serious internal what the even fuck moment, because what the even fuck. One minute he's here, in the middle of a serious situation, and the next, he's with Nurse Chapel in the past, and he's in love with her, and that scares the hell out of him. Is he losing his mind? This is the worst possible time for this to happen, and he's not going to let it.

As soon as she gets back with the tramadol, he loads it into the hypospray and fires it into the patient's neck, watching as his face relaxes.]

Take the tricorder, check the extent of the damage. If you can just use the dermal regenerator on it, do it; I'm going to the next bed over.

[hypospraying]

Yes, sir.

[She takes the tricorder and looks up at Dr. McCoy for a moment. That's all it takes before she's spinning back into that hallucination again.

This time the scene has changed and she's outside a tent late at night. Her white apron is stained with blood and she's holding her engagement ring on its chain, staring at it critically.

"I just don't know anymore, Roger. This war's made things so complicated. I don't think I'm the girl you once knew anymore."

Hearing someone approach, she drops the ring down inside the collar of her nurse's uniform.]

[aviophobia]

["Nurse Chapel?" He pushes aside the flap of the tent, blinking exhaustion from his eyes, taking in the sight of the nurse standing outside, looking sad. "Is everything all right?" He knows it has been a long day for both of them, with many injured men and many ugly injuries, and he wants nothing more than to sleep - but it will be many hours before he can rest.]

[hypospraying]

["Yes, sir," she answers, looking anything but. The war has destroyed lives all around them, and she feels hers has been altered in a way she can't come back from. She knows Roger always planned for her to be his dutiful little housewife, but she can't see that future anymore. She wants to still be a nurse once the war's over, and she know his personality. If she marries him, he won't allow it. And she now knows she can't marry him, but how can she be so cruel as to send him a Dear John letter?

"What about you, sir? You must be tired."]

[aviophobia]

["I'll manage, as I always do," the doctor replies. He squares his shoulders, as though the physical action will eliminate the exhaustion he feels deep inside of his bones. "You don't need to worry about me, Nurse Chapel."

He checks his watch. "You should retire for the night, Nurse. We will be up early tomorrow morning."]

[hypospraying]

[She opens her mouth, about to say that she will always worry about him, but he continues talking before she can reveal this to him, so she lets the moment pass and nods instead.

"Yes, sir. Please, get some rest too?"

As she asks, she begins to move away, intent to heading into the tent she shares with the other nurses.]

[aviophobia]

[And the ship is rocked by another blast, sending McCoy stumbling backwards and hitting against the wall, jarring his shoulder. He straightens up, glancing around, rushing back to his patient.]

Personnel! Report!

[hypospraying]

Chapel reporting, sir!

[She's shaken by everything that's hitting her at once, unable to understand or even explain it, but she does her duty and moves to assess the injuries on her next patient while more crew stagger into the damaged med bay. Across the aisle she spots Dr. McCoy and her heart flutters in her chest. Is she just crazy, or is this something she can disclose to him? She's afraid of what he'll say if she tells him about these strange hallucinations that feel like memories, but another part of her wants to spill it all out; to trust him.]

[aviophobia]

[Leonard feels shaken and unsteady, and he's not sure if that pounding in his chest is because of the adrenaline pouring through his veins or the sight of Nurse Chapel looking back at him.

You hit your back, not your head, McCoy. Keep it together.]

Status report, Nurse! You okay?

[hypospraying]

[She can do the job. She can. No way is she allowing herself to be taken out of commission right now! She just has to tamp down these... whatever they are and focus on her patients.]

Fine, sir! You?

[aviophobia]

I'll be better when we're not in the middle of a damn firefight! See to table sixteen!

[And he turns away from her, breathes in, and hurries off to check in with the other personnel.]

[hypospraying]

[She rushes over and begins to tend to the patient there. The shaking and tilting soon stops and it's clear the fight is over. She lets out a breath of relief, hoping her head will settle as the ship finally has.]

[aviophobia]

[Leonard is thankful when the ship stops pitching and rolling like they're in the middle of the damn ocean, and it makes tending to the few remaining patients he hasn't seen to yet a hell of a lot easier. When he can finally rest, he's sweating and exhausted, but medbay is quiet. He rests for a moment on the edge of an unoccupied biobed, then straightens up, wiping his hands on the sides of his trousers.]

Nurse Chapel!

[hypospraying]

[She doesn't know what's going on out there, but as long as the ship is stable, she's relieved. She waves a dermal regenerator over some superficial wounds and when the patients are all tended to she sets her hands on her hips and assesses the structural damage to the medbay. Then she heaves a sigh and starts to move debris into a pile until she hears Dr. McCoy call for her.

She jumps up, smoothing down her uniform, blood stains and all, and rushes to meet him.]

Yes, sir?

[aviophobia]

How are you doing? Any injuries - anything happen that I should know about?

[He'll ask the rest of the medbay staff after this, but he has to ask her first - just to know if she's seen the same things he has.]

[hypospraying]

Just bruised a little, sir.

[She hesitates, because lying to a superior officer is not something she wants to do, but it would be so selfish of her if she hid this so she could keep working and she ended up making a medical error. Why does she have to be such a stickler for the rules?]

I... for a brief time, I mean, I had a... mild episode. Just a hallucination, but it's passed now, I promise.

[aviophobia]

A hallucination?

[He ignores the twisting in his stomach and scowls instead, pulling out his tricorder and turning it towards her.]

What happened?