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[sharplydressed]

WHO: Sword Sufferers Anonymous
WHERE: Public Library/Hollingberry Field
WHEN: Friday
WHAT: A bunch of people are turning into swords and it's a wild time. Info-sharing session for swords and/or a place for other people regaining swords to stop by and wonder If They're Next™.
WARNINGS: None; will update if needed!

[SO HERE IT IS. The dust has settled from the insanity of the last month (somewhat), and life goes on in Recolle. Mostly.

Maybe you've heard about it through word of mouth - that some other people are having some weird troubles with their regained weapons. Swords in particular. Maybe you've caught wind of a few familiar terms like "Retrograding Army" and you're curious to learn more, or maybe you've just caught a bad case of Sakura Fubuki-itis and you want to know what to do next. In any case, there are two meetings going on today. One at the library - a perfect place to pour through those history textbooks and look up a little more about all those ye olde historical names and terms coming to mind lately!

The other is in the park, since it's a better place for open discussion without having to worry about getting hushed by a frazzled librarian. This is also the place to pick up any sword care items you could need, since Kashuu's brought a metric asston along with him! Good work, team.]

(Feel free to use this to mingle as you see fit! If you need a reason for your character to show, we can handwave a direct or misfired text from Kashuu. Anyone meandering by who'd have reason to poke their heads in is free to, since these are both taking place in public locations!)

Comments

[sharplydressed]

[When will Jirou impart his sword wisdom on the rest of these suffering beans!!]

I don't blame you. [Said without pause and honestly. Just the few things he's remembered so far are filled with battles, bloodshed, death. Imagining centuries upon centuries of that doesn't sound pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, and it drives him to reach out toward Rindou briefly, tapping the back of his sword-wielding hand.]

But y'know, even if you do have to deal with all that? I'm here if you need to talk. This meeting is proof you're not the only one going through this junk too, yeah? Anyway, I dunno how good I'll be at helping, but going through this stuff alone really sucks and no one should have to do that.

[Even he had been pretty blessed in that it took Yasusada just a few weeks at most to start remembering the same things and for them to start piecing the puzzle together, but that feeling of isolation at the start had really been unpleasant. He'd imagine it'll only get worse as the memories themselves worsen.

Those are the real heckin questions though what!! But also, legit. No one here is a history major except Kenta the self-made sword historian!]

I would deeefinitely rather deal with a smaller but more intense period of time. Mostly 'cause I can't even imagine being around for a hundred years, y'know? I mean, think of all the stuff that's changed just in our lifetimes.

[surprising]

[ maybe the secret is in the sake... but he smiles a little, because kiyomitsu is truly too kind, always lending an ear or offering a helping hand. ]

Of course. I have all of you guys, right? We're in this together, whether we like it or not.

[ even having seen people like kiyomitsu and yasusada in his citadel memories is something comforting to hold onto for now, but those are just the modern flashbacks; he has yet to realize that one is truly the loneliest number when it comes to his own history, with no groups or smith families waiting for him. ]

Same here, actually — not that I have a choice. [ now that he has a concrete year, a millennium of history is waiting for him... life clearly just wants him to be self-made sword historian #2, apparently. ] If it was that long ago, then... cell phones weren't even invented, right? They probably used pigeons to communicate.

[sharplydressed]

[Drinks, the key to zen acceptance of Swording.]

Mm, right. It's kinda weird- [In that he barely knows some of these people?!] -but I still think it's better than trying to tackle it alone or whatever.

[He's seen people try to deal with wildass things on their own and it seems exhausting every time... Either way, even when Rindou realizes He Wants A Lonely Road, Kashuu will be here to bring him cookies and let him pet his cat.]

Maybe your memories'll come back pretty slow, at least... So you have some time to process, y'know? [Processing nearly a millennium of history sounds TRULY RIDICULOUS though and he is not at all envious.

He also snorts a little at the idea of communication pigeons. Little does his fool ass know that they still use pigeons even in the year 2205.]

You think? Even landlines weren't around until like, I dunno... the early 1900s or something? So you're probably write. I mean, even telegrams wouldn't be around.

[surprising]

[ same, honestly — he doesn't mind telling other Potential Sword Candidates that he's seen them in his memories, like yasusada's accompaniment on his tour or jirou's growingly woeful presence on their failed convenience store trips, but he'll save the more... melancholy things for people he's already closer to.

also, please let him pat the cat in his times of need. he loves cats. he's 500% here to pet animals for free. ]

Figuring out what year they're from will be a pain, you know? Somewhere between the 1000's and the 2000's... maybe we should all just start keeping one big timeline.

[ collaborative history efforts!! but rip their forgotten pigeon comrades of 2205... ]

That means it probably took ages to get stuff done. Like — you'd have to wait for the pigeon to get there, then you'd have to wait for the pigeon to fly back with the reply. No wonder history went by so slowly, before telegrams were a thing.

[sharplydressed]

[That's about where he falls on the scales right now. Some things are just a little too personal to reveal to people he doesn't actually remember being close to, even if they supposedly were...

Please show up any time for free cat petting and great food though, their tiny cramped apartment truly has it all.]

That might help a lot, actually. We can maybe build up like, a personal history or something? And just fill in the big important events around stuff we remember, or mark down those events first and see if anyone remembers anything around 'em. The more we network, the more stuff'll be connected, I'm pretty sure...

[Whether that's a Good Thing or Bad Thing is still somewhat questionable BUT HEY. Maybe one day they'll regain pigeons and it'll all be fine.]

It's actually kinda impressive to think about, isn't it? Like, I dunno how people got anything done without texts, honestly. You could have gotten a note from someone who died in the weeks or months it took to get to you, even! How spooky is that?

[surprising]

[ there's just such a disconnect between being supposedly close in the past but not in the present... and look, he's a college student, he's always here for Great Food, especially if it comes as a bonus for free cat petting. ]

Right, right! Looking at events might help other people recall them, and two people might remember that they've met before in a certain era. It'll work out in the end!

[ networking is great! it might even help him start narrowing down centuries into easy-to-digest summaries. what's so bad about it, aside from fellow acquaintances stumbling upon your deep dark past that you weren't ready to share yet... ]

Is that the same thing as someone leaving you on read, but you know... forever?

[sharplydressed]

[As a fellow college student, he understands these struggles... The wild whacky situations he's gotten into because of the promise of free food, good lord.]

Mm, exactly! Like a puzzle or something. [Which is, at least, better than riddles and riddle hell. "It'll work out in the end" seems quite optimistic but what've they got to lose by believing it...!

Also, he's looking mildly horrified at that.]

Probably exactly like that, except there's no google so you can't check obits or anything to see if they've died. You'd just be left hanging forever.