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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.
● Settings have been slightly updated. ]

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[Indeed he doesn't recognize Dimitri for just a moment, though that may have less to do with his lack of armor and cloak and more to do with the last time he saw him... well.

It's probably a bit obvious to Dimitri by now, the last context Claude saw him in. The brief flash of shock, a complex tangle of grief and regret, confusion at how calm and not murderous this Dimitri seems-- all gone in an instant, covered up with a smile.

Right. Time is weird here. Different people have experienced different things. This Dimitri is an entirely different one than who Claude had seen at Gronder Field.

Totally normal. Okay.]

Oh, don't get up on my account.

[As quick as it is, Dimitri spots it all the same. It's an expression he's becoming quite used to seeing. And isn't that a disturbing thought? His smile fades slightly as he approaches, tugging off one of his gloves and holding his hand out.]

Go ahead. It is a little eerie, is it not? I can assure you I am very much alive.

[Claude looks down at the offered hand, and it takes him a moment longer than he'd ever admit to to follow the logic. He smiles and shakes his head.] Hey, I believe you. If you're dead, you certainly don't look it. [He doesn't look like a pincushion for lances, for one.

One hand rises to rub at the back of his neck. There's a strange sort of relief in seeing Dimitri like this.] So it happens often enough that you've come to expect it? I imagine that's pretty unsettling.

[Well, so long as he's not going to be sitting there secretly wondering the whole time if Dimitri is a ghost. Dimitri runs that hand through his own hair instead with a humorless laugh.]

I will not deny that it is disturbing, but it makes sense. Considering my behavior, my survival was a miracle. From the point of view of most people here, I have died.

[Brow creasing slightly, he glances away.]

There is no use dwelling on what might have been.

[Claude stares after him thoughtfully for a moment, reconciling this Dimitri with the one he saw at Gronder-- and the one he remembers from their shared school days.]

I suppose not... but I am glad to see you alive and well. [An unusually genuine thought for him to share, but these are extremely unusual circumstances.] We may as well make the most of things, while we're stuck here.