[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Those who know Vash may have been noticing slight differences about him the past week to two weeks. He's not around as much, taking longer and longer walks through the forest. Visiting the spot where he once fought Wolfwood and Legato more and more.

Today he leaves his house extra early and spends most of the day at that spot. He has his journal and will answer it if someone wants to get a hold of him, but will not be using it himself. He'll return to the village later in the evening and finds a quiet place to sit at Good Spirits with a bottle of cheap whiskey.]

There's so much life in this place... and yet... [No one knows the terrible things I've done.]

[He'll be there until the place looks like it's about to close up before stumbling his way back home. It's on his way that he takes his journal out and speaks into it with the slightest slur to his voice.]

[Voice]

On this day, back home... the city of July was destroyed. I know - I know you all couldn't know the people there. I just, I just don't want them to ever be forgotten and how they lost everything in a single moment. [He stops speaking for a moment. His voice breaking as tears start to fall from his eyes.] And I'm so sorry.

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[Voice]

[moremoremore]

Uh... you okay there?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

I'm fine. [Just a little drunk.]

[Voice]

[moremoremore]

I can almost hear the alcohol. I must have picked the wrong bar to hang out at tonight.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

[He can relate to the loss of a lot of people, more than he'd like to admit. Though that last comment catches his attention.]

Don't beat yerself up over it. As long as you remember them then that's the least you can do right now.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

It just, back home, everyone remembers this day and what it means. Here, here it seems important days like this could so easily be forgotten.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

Well, if everyone back home remembers it then you don't need ta worry! Luceti's calendar is different ta the ones back home, it's usually a different month with the same name.

I mean... [He pauses, thinking.] I guess what's important in one world is overlooked here 'cause Lucet is made up of people from all kinds of places! It'd be impossible fer us ta not overlook events back home really. So come on! Wipe those tears away!

[He's trying to sound re-assuring, but he might not be that good at it in this case.]

[Private]

[mikangirl]

[Much like Raven, it's the last part that gets Nami's attention. But she has a different question, couched in more subdued tones.]

Why are you sorry?

[Private]

[goldenglasses]

Because... because... [There's a break. With having to speak it it's a bit harder to speak.] ...it's my fault.

[Private]

[mikangirl]

[...]

Why?

[She doesn't believe that. For all your flaws, this is just another way of assuming all the blame and being an idiot, right?]

[voice]

[godbent]

If you want us to remember it, I can try. But I'm sure there's dozens of other tragedies recorded in dates no one here not from that world will remember.

Re: [voice]

[goldenglasses]

I'm sure they would appreciate it, if you could give your best effort to remember it.

[voice]

[godbent]

And you'd appreciate it too, right?

voice;

[hachikuji]

[...]

Mhm, got it. I'll send my prayers to them alongside you.

voice;

[goldenglasses]

Thank you. I'm sure they'd really appreciate it if you did. [You're prayers more than his anyway.]

voice;

[hachikuji]

No problem. But, what exactly happened to them? If it's ok to ask?

[action]

[thedicearecast]

[They all know what day it is. Amelia remembers it from last year. She also remembers Vash getting lost in the woods. So after she hears the journal message (slur included), Amelia leaves the house, heading in the direction of the bars.

Hopefully she'll meet Vash partway. She does not want to have to search the forest for you, Vash.]

[action]

[goldenglasses]

[She will. He's working his way back towards the house. Only a slight weave to his walk, but it says a lot for Vash to weave when he's trying to be serious. A nearly empty bottle of Wild Turkey in his hand.]

voice;

[incarceration]

[ Sounds like this guy's got some regrets. It's something he can relate to. ]

People usually talk about disasters like that for years and years after they happen. Don't think you have to worry about anyone forgetting.

[ The world will remember the ruin of thousands. It takes only a week for neighbors to forget the drowned little boy from down the street.

That's been his experience. ]

voice;

[goldenglasses]

Maybe not at home, but here no one even knows about it.

[Action]

[notshadowfever]

[Eggman has decided to take a break this evening at Good Spirits and orders himself a tall glass of lemonade with a silly straw and festive umbrella in it. He spots Vash as he looks around for a place to sit. That's somebody he remembers, if only vaguely. A merry, heroic type wasn't he? Only he didn't look like it right now.

Eggman will just help himself to a seat with Vash, though he doesn't say anything yet.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

Hey there, it's the good Doctor! I didn't realize you had come back.

[Voice]

[toujoursfluer]

[There's nothing much she can say about this. She doesn't even really know. But yet she does, on some level. A place destroyed. People forgotten. A moment of fire and ice and loss. So much loss.]

I'm sorry.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

It's -

I just... I thought people should know. I- I'm sorry.

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[stungunning]

[Whenever Vash makes it home, there's a light on in the kitchen and Milly's sitting up in her pyjamas drinking a cup of warm milk and honey. She's woken herself up a little too early, and as the baby will be up soon wanting a feed, she's taking advantage of the peace and quiet to get some time to herself.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash was attempting to be quiet when he came home that night. Knowing there's a sleeping baby in the house and two parents that haven't gotten a full night sleep in awhile.

Of course that plan doesn't work out too well when he stumbles into a coffee table in the living room. A half whispered, half shouted curse escaping him.]

OW!