#echospringswolfmoon

[ofzeldas]

Her vision had blurred as her head began to hurt, as her vision began to clear she felt weak and dizzy, thankfully she managed to find a place to sit down as she gathered herself but it was hard as there were two lives, two set of memories fighting in her mind, she was confused -to say the least- She.. she was Zelda princess of Hyrule, she was supposed to awake her power and protect her people but she was too late she had failed and calamity Ganon had showed up, turned their army of guardians against them and everyone was dead.... Link.. he was on the brink of death he had protected her until he truly couldn’t do it anymore, but he was at the shrine of resurection and she had made her way to keep Ganon at bay until he was ready to fight again, she arrived at her castle, now ruined  and then....then nothing.

But she also had memories of her in this town, of her as a child here, and here....everyone was here! alive and well, Link, her father..everyone... true Mipha, Ravalli and Darruk looked different but it was them. Was this a trick from Ganon? A way to keep her from doing what she was supposed to be doing? But how was he able to create such thing? 

She looked inside the bag and yes she was carrying the Sheikah slate, it wasn’t working but in a way the connection with her life felt comforting, She needed to find Link, she needed to figure out what was happening so she could fix it and go back home,....but everyone was here, she wasn’t the princess of destiny here, there was no Ganon here -as far as she knew- she hadn’t failed here...but again no she had to go back and save Hyrule...

She heard something faintly, was someone talking to her? She looked up “..what?”

[snowflakesandpawprints]

Viktor

Yuri was disgusted with himself for forgetting, how could he? How could he forget the man who had changed his world? Who had put so much of Yuri’s life together? His soon-to-be-husband, his universe....

His engagement ring had been stashed in a suit bag in his closet along with his costume for his free skate, he hadn’t looked at that bag in all this time... as though something had been keeping him from it, like a repellent, but as soon as his memories returned, he had gone straight for it and slipped his ring back on, holding it close to his chest for a moment before sprinting out of the house, not stopping for anything but his passport and Veeya before running down the street

He didn’t know where he was going really, but he knew that he had to get the fuck out of here

As soon as he spotted someone, he hurried closer to them, putting himself directly in front of them- everything around them be damned

“Excuse me, where’s the town limit? What way do I go to get the hell out of here?”

[echospringshq]

You’ve been going about your normal life, but sure something is missing. Surely, there’s something that you experienced, something that you know once happened... But you can’t recall.

And then one day, you can.

At 6:48pm (EST) on January 17th, 2022, it all clicked in. Just as the moon reaches its fullest state. You suddenly remembered everything from your old life; be it your powers, your trauma, or your loved ones. It all snapped into place and suddenly you’re overwhelmed with memories, you’re between rejoicing and agonizing - how do you respond? Who are you, now, with all your memories and powers?

Who will you be when they disappear again?

At midnight, with absolutely no warning, your memories vanish once more. You can only remember your life in Echo Springs, your recollections back to their fuzziest forms, but you’re somewhere you don’t recognize. Where are you, after your memory relapse? What changed? What did you do in that gap of time?

The January full moon is known as the Wolf Moon, reaching its fullest on January 22nd, 2022 at 6:48pm EST. The bright star appearing near the Wolf Moon is Pollux, the brighter of the twin stars in the Gemini constellation.

For this event, from 6:48pm to midnight, your character will recall their canon lives and regain whatever powers they might have - they’ll understand that, somehow, they were thrown into a completely unfamiliar world - and will act accordingly. After that time, they will wake up in whatever situation they put themselves in as they found those memories, with their minds once again wiped and their powers gone. What did they do? How did they handle it?

This event will run from January 17th until January 24th. You are free to continue event threads after the event has closed, but please do not begin threads during the ‘gap time’ after the event is over. Write a starter or self para during that gap of time when they remembered everything, or start something about how they ‘woke’ with Echo Springs memories again, and where they were. This can be a fun time to form strange connections here in Echo Springs. Use the tag #echospringswolfmoon to show off your self paras or open starters for the event!

Please try to refrain from having your character write down a lot of info about this, or suspect their memories will disappear again, unless it is in character. If your character is the kind who would be paranoid about memory loss and write themself a letter, or otherwise make note of what occurred, follow being in character - but please avoid doing this using the information that you, the mun, has.

[geminisiphoner]

@oflilacsandgooseberries​

Josie didn’t have time to react, her and Hope were doing the spell and then... Hope had pushed her? And now she had no idea where she was. “Hope Andrea Mikaelson!” Josie yelled as she looked around, trying to figure out where she’d ended up but she was still disoriented. And she was angry, angry at Hope for pushing her through the portal, angry at herself for letting herself be caught off guard like that. She tried to calm down but she was having a hard time. The black veins on her face were back along with her pitch black eyes. She stopped for a moment when she heard a sound. Footsteps. Someone else was here. If she was calmer she might have waited to see who it was, instead she quickly turned around to where the sound came from. “Ventus.” 

[hale---the---king]

Pain

Everything had been going just fine, he was making breakfast as usual with Leia wandering around the kitchen in circles waiting for a hand out, and then suddenly.... the most indescribable agony shot through Derek’s veins

The memories slammed into him like a speeding train, flashes of his family’s deaths pounding through his mind one by one as he dropped to the ground and screamed, alerting poor Leia as she barked and wimpered, unsure of what to do

He must have spent an hour on the kitchen floor, reliving the pain of the past decade, remembering every little hurt, each loved one lost, like a screw being driven through his skull, one by one.....

Realizing that his life had been a lie up until now

It was at around the hour mark, long after Leia had given up and decided to just curl up on the floor next to him and lick his face continuously, that he remembered something else-

He wasn’t alone here

Springing suddenly to his feet, he ran out of the house, not even bothering with a jacket- but paused breifly, turned back inside and grabbed something from his nightstand before rushing back out, barely remembering to close the door behind him as he sprinted down the street

He had never been so uncoordinated, spilling into the driveway like a stumbling madman as he tumbled up the steps and started pounding frantically on unfamiliar door

“STILES!!!” he shouted, hands shaking as he banged against the door

“STILES!!!!!”

@wittyliability​

[thepharaohisdeadlonglivetheking]

Dammit

Joey had once shown him a moving picture on the internet- jiffy? geffy? something like that- with a man saying “Aw shit here we go again” as he walked down the street

Atem had never connected more with anything in his life than he connected with that picture in this moment

How the hell had he lost his memories AGAIN!?

Panting loudly, his fingers curled into the dirt beneath his hand, body shaking like a leaf as the memories flooded his mind, relentless and unforgiving like a hurricane

Magic and monsters and murder and forgotten loved ones and death and rebirth and--...

Had he.. killed people....?

He gagged, dirt crawling beneath his nails as he willed himself not to toss his cookies, his head was spinning and he couldn’t--... he couldn’t... think....

What was going on anymore? Where was he? What year was it? Was his freind Set, or Seto? Was Duel Monsters played on stone or on cards? Was he the pharaoh or the king...?

He gagged again, a sob leaving him as he tried to regain some kind of composure

“Gods....” he gasped

“Please help....”

[kazofdirtyhands]

Every part of him felt raw and vulnerable, like an exposed nerve. As Kaz stared at himself in the mirror, he tried to comprehend what the hell had happened, and who he was supposed to go to to fix it. 

He’d entered the empty bar and had been fixing himself a drink when everything came flooding in. Memories - two sets of lives - trying to overwhelm him. 

Jordie’s corpse, beneath his palms, far too vivid a memory to handle. 

For the past hour, he’d locked himself in the bathroom, heartbeat and lungs going overtime to keep himself afloat. Everything ached and he had tried to push it away, all of it, because he couldn’t figure out what anything meant.

Even in the best of times, Kaz had never liked when there was something he didn’t understand. He’d tried to understand everything, take it apart piece by piece until he knew it all and couldn’t be fooled, but this - he couldn’t take apart his own mind. Even if it felt like the town had done the job for him. Now, he’d managed to compose himself enough to try to understand. Powers, Grisha, must have done this. His memories were mixed, though, bits and pieces not quite fitting together. He needed to find his crew. Inej. He should find Inej. She had to be in as bad a state as he was. The others? Jesper stuck in his mind, and he knew he’d seen him in this world. Nina? Matthias? Wylan? He wanted to scream as memories continued to overwhelm him, the face staring back at him having Jordie’s eyes, Jordie’s hairline, far older than his brother had been when...

Crash.

His fist went into the mirror, shattering his own reflection, shards of glass slicing into his leather glove. Kaz hissed, tugging out bits of glass while he grimaced in pain and tore the glove off, using a towel to blot at the blood that welled on his bare fingertips. 

[echospringshq]

Reminder to all of our members - the Wolf Moon Event starts in three hours, so get ready! Please remember to tag #echospringswolfmoon for any content you’ll be posting in relation to the event, and refer back to this post for more information.