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A mist settles in over the monastery.

Is it morning? Night? Who can say? Today, the day feels endless. The sun is nowhere to be seen — or had it been at all? Instead, a curious green glow engulfs Garreg Mach, like an eternal twilight settling in. Time seems to be paused almost, though the wildlife in and around the area continues to act as though nothing is wrong. As though this is perfectly normal. As though it is natural for the skies to be dark, with not a single star in sight, and for the sun to be forgotten in the mist that lingers. The paths are at least lit by small orbs of light, fireflies flitting about.

However, should one come into contact with one of those fireflies, a memory of the past will be projected for all in the close vicinity to see. Joyous occasions, tragic events — they don't seem to discern one way or another. Perhaps it would be best to watch your step for now, though.

Of course, after lingering for about a day, the strange ambience will fade into what appears to be a normal night at Garreg Mach. It's as if nothing had happened at all. Did it? Or was it all simply a shared hallucination?

[ ● MEMSHARE POST. Coming into contact with the fireflies will share a memory of your character's with those around them. You can top-level with a memory to start out or have people tag you and determine it then, whatever. I don't make the rules (except I do and I say yolo). Have fun with it!
● Open posts like this one are flipping to a two week schedule instead of a weekly one.
● Because of the above, the last bit is there for people who'd maybe like to play out aftermath threads later on but don't want to wait for a new post or make a new one.
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It appears that they are.

[ She can't say with absolute certainty, but she can try. At least she can do that much. ]

It would be best to avoid them for now.

[ Nodding, he accordingly steps out of the courtyard and under the archways just outside the classrooms. In the different light, he scrutinizes Sothis openly. ]

What are you?

That is a rather rude question, is it not?

[ Which is also a deflection, of course, but she doesn't seem too bothered either way. Sothis stares back over at him, concern fading away. ]

Perhaps, [ he allows, shrugging. ] Are you going to answer it?

[ Felix could probably stand to be more polite with an inhuman entity he doesn’t know or understand. And yet here he is. Being himself. Sorry, Sothis. ]

[ She shrugs in turn. ]

I have not yet decided. Such rudeness should not be rewarded, after all.

[ Fair. ]

Will you tell me what you are. Please.

[ Look! He can be polite! ]

A ghost.

[ spoooooky sincerity. ]

[ With her seemingly intangible nature, he has no reason not to believe her. Though the pointed ears still perplex him. ]

I see. Have you always haunted the monastery, or are you only here now because of the fireflies?

[ And…don’t…mind…him… He’s just going to…try and poke her side in the name of science. ]

[ Oh, she'll mind him all day long. ]

And again with the rudeness?! Have you no sense of propriety?

[ Huh. His finger went right through her. It seemed that would be the case, but he didn’t want to simply assume and leave it at that. ]

Sense of it? Yes. Respect for it? Hardly.

Then you must not expect any respect in turn.

[ With a huff, she turns away from him. ]

[ The ghost has got him there. ]

Shouldn’t you be lonely or something? [ he reasons in bemusement. ] Desperate to chat with anyone able to see you. Burdening travelers with woes of your past life. Pleading with heroes to complete your unfinished business so you can move on.

[ A vague wave of his hand. ]

That kind of thing.

[ sothis ur not living up to ghost hype, mercedes would be so heartbroken ]

Should I? You have quite curious preconceived notions in that head of yours.

[ She is not impressed in the slightest, Felix. ]