“Hello, Tourist. It’s the Holiday season, yes? So I wanted to give you these.”
*Misch handed Tourist a plate of cookies, they were just plain chocolate chip.*
“I don’t know if you like chocolate chip or not, my bad if you don’t, I hope you like them nonetheless,Happy Holidays, my friend.”
@mischiveouslight
their visible eye lit up as they looked at the cookies Misch brought with her. They glanced up at him with a massive smile on their face.
”OH MY CELESTIALS THANK YOU! I absolutely adore chocolate chip cookies! Plus these look absolutely delicious!”
they take one from the plate and eat it whole, a wide grin on their face the whole time. As they swallowed with satisfaction they reached into their bag and began rummaging around for something in particular. The quickly find whatever they were for. turning towards her, they began to speak.
“Ok so, I was going to wait a little before giving you this but now is a perfect time!”
they pull out a soft two toned red scarf, Misch swirling symbol embroidered on the fabric along with small stars surrounding it.
“Tada! I made it myself from fabric I found in the hotel, I hope you like it! It’s also comfortable and soft so hopefully it should keep you warm on the cold days here!”
„But you aren’t alright. Wait, don‘t fall asleep. DON‘T-“ Cam sighed, grabbing Tourist under the shoulders and dragging them into the the next room. Finally, they found a safe sideroom with an bed in it. After some time they managed to get Tourist on the bed. Now they just sat on the ground and waited for Tourist to wake up.
-Therapy Anon
((Hope u don’t mind if I lore drop :3))
This wasn’t the hotel. That was the first thing Tourist noticed when they open their eyes. They were standing on a hill covered in tall grass. A old oak tree stood at the top, its leafs all having fallen off with the changing of the seasons. They began walking up the hill, following a small path carved out by time. Why did this all feel so familiar? Once they reached the top they froze, staring at the scene before them.
It was Her.
the girl from their memory’s stood there calmly, her dress and hair blowing in the wind. She stood before two graves, a single poppy flower in her hand. She place it down on the ground in front of the graves before speaking…
“How long has it been?”
“Over 100 years.”
“That must have been difficult for you.”
“it is. I’m sorry I left you. I never wanted to.”
“It’s not your fault. It was never your fault, never.”
as soon as she spoke those words a wave of recognition flowed over tourist. How could they forget her? How could they forget their little sister? How could they forget Hazel?
“It’s time to go now. Your friend will be worried. I’ll see you again soon, promise.”
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tourist woke up with a start, sitting up straight in the bed.
Cam got out of the closet as fast as possible. They stumbled where the sound came from, shouting Tourists name. Then they finally found a lighter in their bag, turning it on.
-Therapy Anon
the lighter produced its flame, illuminating the room in a soft orange glow. Slumped Against the wall lies a body. Tourists body. They’re breathing, but it looks like it hurts. The impact against the wall must have knocked the wind out of them. They lift their head and look at cam, relief washing over their face.
“Thank Celestials your ok. I was worried.”
their head fell back onto their chest as their body went limp.
“A battle? I needs to be the first world war. And I remember that there was a big growth of the british army…
And someone told you to hide? Do you know who exactly? A friend or maybe family?“
-Therapy Anon
//OOC: whoops I searched for events in GB for after the war and haven‘t included it :P
“She was…a director. She was in charge. She cared for us all like here own. We weren’t her flesh or blood but we were still her children. All of us were.”
they pause for a moment, trying to collect themselves. So much was coming back to them all at once. It was all so much. It was to much. They tried to breath in and out but each breath came quicker than the next. They felt like they were suffocating on land. Their vision became cloudy as tears pooled in their eyes.
„…I‘m sorry that I reminded you of something, and I will stop anytime if you want me to do, but how is it possible to just… forget who you were before this shit.
You look very uncompfortable with that topic, is it that you want your live back, or is there someone or something you miss very much?“
-Therapy Anon
”it’s ok…you didn’t know.”
they take another breath in, trying to call themselves.
“I think some part of me deep down still remembers, but it doesn’t want to. And don’t get me wrong I do want to get out of here, and I know something, someone, is driving me to do that, but I’m not sure what or who at this point…”