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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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[ Oh, does he have the wrong idea? Well, that's fine. Or rather, it's not fine for the "image" she puts on, but he wanted her to stop pulling the crap, didn't he? Be careful what you wish for and all that. ]

Wow, maybe I should be handling the lighting part.

Just do it instead of talking about it.

[ grumble grumble grumble

Then, as if just making conversation and not vaguely insulting someone: ]

You know, you’re kind of a brat.

[ Pot, kettle. ]

[ She doesn't seem offended by that assessment. She's been called a lot worse, frankly. ]

And you're not?

[ A blithe response as she leans in to light up the candle. ]

How am I a brat?

[ Thank fuck that Ingrid isn’t here to list all his flaws and failings. ]

Do you want the long list or the short?

[ She says with a smile and a hum. Strange, how her spirits are now somewhat lifted. ]

[ How has this happened to him, this was not what he expected when he first approached Hilda, fuck. ]

…Give me the short list.

[ With ease from the welcome distraction, Hilda passes over the tinderbox et all to let Felix take charge of all of that. ]

You're very standoffish, to start with. If someone says something that you maybe don't agree with, that person can always expect to get an earful from you about it.

[ Felix accepts the tinderbox distractedly, too busy frowning at Hilda to really notice the automatic action. ]

That’s fair, [ he replies, with the tone of someone who doesn’t really see the issue. So what? is the unspoken rejoinder. ] Go on.

[ Wait, where did this tinderbox come from. He stares at it, blinking, then glances at Hilda’s empty hand. Wow, this girl is good at getting people to do things for her. He’s reluctantly impressed. ]

[ She's already moved on, gesturing to where the next candle should go. ]

It doesn't give people a very positive impression of you. And maybe you don't care, and that's fine. I mean, I get it, right? People call me lazy all the time. But— [ and she spins on her heels at that, wagging a finger. ] — you're unapproachable to a lot of people. They totally get the wrong idea about you because of it.