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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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[When the lights go out when you were just about to fish...

But it's obviously not a huge cloud of some sort -- or even a wyvern or pegasus momentarily blotting out the light... This is... just -- darkness?? Marianne fumbles with her fishing rod -- momentarily panicked that she might drop it (and then where would they be!!), but manages to at least try and reel in her line...

The glow from the fireflies? now surrounding the area gives her just enough light to recognize Hilda though, thank the goddess for small blessings]

-- Hilda? Um, please be careful! I left a bucket out on the dock...

[a bucket of some fish, that will hopefully NOT impede Hilda's progress. come through, fireflies!!

ooc: im down for anything!! hit me with a VW or a headcanon memory of hilda's childhood... spreads arms]

Marianne! Okay, yeah. Let me just—

[ Hilda carefully makes her way over towards Marianne so she can guide her back to the safety of the dining hall. At least, that was the idea, but the darkness slows her down. Enough that she brushes against one of the fireflies as she moves and— ]

[ "Hilda! Are you even trying?"

A young girl of maybe ten looks over at an older boy — her brother, no doubt — and tips her head to the side. "Well . . ."

Exasperated, the teenager throws his hands in the air, scratching at the back of his head roughly. "How are you going to get better if you don't try?"

"Is that what Father says?"

The boy pauses, looking over at her. "Huh?"

The young girl scuffs her foot against the ground, considering quietly. "He never seems happy, even with you."

"Well, that's—" The boy is at a loss for a moment, frowning, trying to piece together what he wants to say. "Father has very high expectations, you know."

She chews at her lip. Does he, though? The uncertainty is all too apparent on her face. "If you say so," she says reluctantly.

"I-It doesn't matter! Nothing comes from being lazy, you know. If you keep this up—"

His voice fades; she's already tuned him out. ]

[ Hilda stumbles back, staring over in surprise. ]

What—

[ What was that? ]

[Marianne's first thought is, maybe predictably, GHOSTS!!! Except of course it's not ghosts it's -- Hilda? A younger Hilda speaking to a boy who Marianne guesses must be Holst. She's not had the opportunity to meet him, but it's easy enough to tell that they're the Goneril siblings.

She looks like the Hilda Marianne knows, of course, but her demeanor is so different -- quiet, and not at all like the girl she's come to know and befriend. She thinks briefly of what Lysithea said -- how everyone has troubles, even if they're not as obvious for some. It's that, and the fact that Hilda stumbles, that gets Marianne to abandon her rod and bucket and quickly approach,]

Hilda...! Are you alright?

[first, the sudden vision aside, Hilda has to be okay first!!]

[ She quickly waves a hand to reassure Marianne. ]

I— I'm fine, I'm fine. But that was . . .

[ Her voice trails off as her brows furrow in concern, and she looks around for the source. Or something, anything. What was that? ]

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