humiliatious | Cursed Night Market

Welcome

You’re not sure how you got here, but you don’t seem to mind. You feel a pervasive sense of calm with regard to your environment. You have entered what appears to be a night market. Perhaps the concept is familiar to you, or perhaps it isn’t. Colorful stalls, glowing with lantern light, line the path before you. You know what you need to do to return to where you came from. Investigate the various stalls - buy and sell what you have, until you’re able to purchase a path back. The merchants will take any currency that you have on hand. If you don’t have any, you will find some coins of an ambiguous nature in your pocket.

Rare Items

The first stall that you encounter boasts that you can buy and sell rare items. After trading a coin, the merchant hands you something - insists you take it. You don’t recognize the item, but the person behind you does. It is something extremely dear to them. If they check their person, they will find the item missing. If you attempt to return the item to them, you will find that you are unable to. Helpfully, the merchant offers that the person the item belongs to must tell the buyer a story about the item before it can be returned.

Fortunes

The second stall you encounter claims to buy and sell fortunes. Trading a coin, the merchant will relay to you a fortune, but, as you listen, you realize that it isn’t your fortune at all. With a cackle, the merchant explains that you must deliver the fortune with the person behind you. Neither of you can leave the booth until you have revealed to them their future.

Memories

The third stall you encounter claims to buy and sell memories. You can choose to sell the merchant a memory you would like to forget, or you can ask to buy someone else’s memory. Selling your memory will transfer it to the person behind you. In return, you will gain one of their memories. Buying a random memory will instead cause you to forget one of the people most important to you. In some instances, you might feel a great urgency to find someone, although you don't know who it is.

Dreams

The fourth stall you encounter claims to buy and sell dreams. Trading a coin at this stall will cause you and the person behind you to be transported into a shared dream. The dream may be about the highest point in your life or the lowest. It may also be about a close friend, there or gone. It may reveal your greatest desire or your greatest insecurity. Or any number of other things!

OOC notes

Suggestions on prompts: if you’re going to write one where someone will be seeing/receiving something from your character, it’s helpful to describe it in detail in the brackets in your TL. I know some of these prompts are probably a little confusing, but, I mean…it’s roleplay. Just fuck around. No one’s gonna police how you do things here.

Please feel free to top-level, tag in, and share this meme wherever you’d like - it is open to anyone. The four stalls mentioned are prompt suggestions, but you can go crazy and have any stall do basically anything you want. Please see/use subject line CWs. This musebox doesn’t have a dedicated rule list because it’s just for my personal shit, but please be kind, follow standard RP rules - just be nice! Do the right thing! If you have any questions, hit me up here.

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[ Lifetimes across just a small handful of infinite possible realities should by all means separate them, and here they are. Holding one another fast in a strange market, baring their souls under dim light. As ever, as ever. ]

I'm biased, of course, but... If they got something out of it as well, then it wasn't entirely selfish, in the end. Maybe your motives were, but the act itself wasn't.

[ It's all about perception, after all.

He knows he doesn't have to explain that to Eren. They helped one another to understand a lot of concepts like that, didn't they...

There are memories in Maruki's head that he doesn't think he's actually lived. Vivid bright, but hazy. Sharp at the edges, but dimmed. A frigid night above Odaiba. A photo taken on a sunny day outside a school. A taxi pulling up just when needed. A darkened nurse's office. He remembers.

The words come out slow and unsure. He has to chew them over as he speaks them, and they're nearly disconnected, like he doesn't know where each thought is going until it gets there. He's unpracticed at this – sorting through so many lives reflected endlessly, like two mirrors facing one another. ]

There were situations where I succeeded. And I was never able to say goodbye. Everyone forgot me. I think I was– not happy with that, but at... No, not at peace either...

[ Resigned to it.

He stops, sighs. ]

I don't know. I just think that you were able to say goodbye, so they never forgot you. That's a beautiful thing.

[To be forgotten...

[Eren told Mikasa that that's what he wanted. He told her to throw away that old scarf once he died, and to forget about him; of course, she never could. Part of him knew that, maybe, but...

[To Armin, he cried. He told him that he didn't want Mikasa to forget him. He is, before anything, a selfish, sobbing child. He knows it.

[And he's a paradox. He wanted both, in ways. He wanted her freedom, but he wanted her endless love too.

[He couldn't have been forgotten by her, or by Armin, or by anyone - anyone, and he made sure of that; ever selfish, yes, and far from beautiful...

[Eren's nervous habit, the clenching and unclenching of his hands, works into Maruki's shoulder now. There's only one thing he can say, really - one promise he can make without any doubt at all.]

I won't forget you. I haven't.

Cursed Night Market

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