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Kel ([personal profile] knockingatthedoor) wrote in [community profile] thecrossinglogs2025-08-01 05:52 pm
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Such A Time We Had Together

WHO: Closed. Kel and Sunny
WHAT: Two dudes sharing memories
WHERE: The bed area in the communal area
WHEN: During the day, when Sunny is alone inside.
WARNINGS None for now, will be marked if needed.

[Kel was the first person who jumped out of bed and spent time running around whenever he could. Heck, despite being one of the people pushing for a communal area... he mostly spent his time out since his body didn't need actual rest, looking for Basil and occasionally seeing shades of other familiar people in the distance.

Soo Won was right, it was better sharing memories when needed... and while Kel felt like he already lost some important bits, at least for Sunny and Mari he had Frieda as 'failsafe' to some degree. But the others... he had the feeling he already lost something incredibly important He couldn't remember asking Sunny NOT to let him forget Hero, after all. and he wanted to preserve some memories of people dear to him. Even if, well, in Basil's case... he mostly heard stuff from others.
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"... hey"

[Sunny could feel the bed shift behind him, Kel chose to rest down behind the other's back and rest his head on the pillow. It was unsettling to realize 'oh, yes, I don't mind too much if I forget one of my parents', but Aubrey? Basil? Mikhael (Heh, hard to admit he cared about that weirdo), Jay, Cris or others? He just..]

"Can we talk? About... home. Before the crossing, I mean."

[He... tried to look for Mari, actually, but she was probably outside already.]
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Apologies for the delay!

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Even if Sunny’s body no longer needed sleep, four-year old habits were hard to break. And, let’s be honest, Sunny wasn’t working very hard to get rid of it. The only difference was…

He still remained here. No dreams. No nightmares either, to which he supposed he should be grateful.

When Kel’s weight shifts onto the bed behind him, Sunny had been attempting to dream (with no success).

The fact that Kel hadn’t full-on flopped into the bed like it was a trampoline should have been a signal enough, but when his friend’s voice sounded so serious in comparison to the other times they had talked…

Well, Sunny wasn’t going to ignore him.

“Mmmm.” The nod he gives is at least agreeable, right?
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No worries at all! <3

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-08 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[That makes two of them. But Sunny vaguely remembers Frieda telling him that starting anything, even if it’s hard, is a start.

(Why did she tell him that? He couldn’t remember what they had been talking about. But it seemed important.)

Kel’s offer was scary, and Sunny found himself drawing his knees close to his chest. But… he had a point. Even if his voice wavers when he speaks… he’s trying.]


O-OK… I want… to listen… [Sunny couldn’t begrudge Kel for continuing with life during those four years. He himself had continued in a different sense and… while it had been hiding away in a dream, it still meant a lot to him. (It meant something to him that Kel wanted to hear about it. At least, he thinks his friend did.)]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-12 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
OK… I’ll… try…

[It was scary, sharing things from Headspace. Sure, Kel liked his imagination (or so he said), but it was all so… tangled and personal and… what if the other thought it was strange? Most people would.

But first…]


Chris… she had… pretty drawings…

[He remembered during those three days coming across the girl and her sketches. Kel seemed like good friends with her too?]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-15 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Mincy…

[Dang it, he had tried, hadn’t he? Those four days had been a blur of familiar and new faces, names to remember, tasks to do after four years of doing nothing in the real world, and while some part of Sunny had seen the good in it, it still had been a lot.

(There was a part of him that didn’t know just how much they had impacted him too, and vice versa. The flowers that had lined his hospital room now grave back home.)]


Oops… [He felt bad. Mincy… Mincy… Mincy with the mean art skills.

He tried to commit that to memory, then drew up what he remembered about Chris.]


She… went somewhere new too… right?

[Even if the thought of talking about the City still scared him. It was no longer a possibility, unless that place belonged in the afterlife (and some part of him still thought that).]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-26 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[‘Adorable’… did that word apply to her? Sunny honestly couldn’t say. Mincy seemed very dedicated to her art. And Cris…]

She… did…? [His surprise might be evident in the way his tone pauses and lilts, like the thought was something he hadn’t even conceived of before. Flowers… the small jolt of awe and fear, like always, that fills him at the thought of that… Why would they bring him flowers…? Even if he was in the hospital, even if he had made it through that fight, he was now here… but they still…

The bout of silence that follows is maybe telling. Why would someone care enough to bring him flowers?

It’s-

. . .

Somehow, for once, it’s easier to think about his impending, not so much anymore move.]


Is this… another ‘little journey’…?

[This being the afterlife. Sunny wasn’t sure how he felt about Faraway even now. Was it home? Was it someplace he loved? It was a town that held familiar people and places, things warped with a Before and After, small reminders of Headspace (or was it the other way around?). But if it was home… he couldn’t say.]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-27 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny could only listen in what was akin to shocked silence. Certainly trying to imagine the scene of the two hooligans with varying heights carrying in a ginormous cactus was a (mental) sight to behold, but he was still so surprised…

They cared? It wasn’t a thing where your parents told you to drop flowers off for the local kid in the hospital, right? Even after all their confrontations, he had been able to see they had cared for Aubrey. But to care for him too…?

Ah, right… they didn’t know… but still, somehow in this moment, that didn’t matter quite as much.

Kel’s shifting on the bed drew him back down to reality. Back to here.]


Right… stick… together…

[He didn’t want to be alone, even if he did deserve it. And if Kel was willing to stick by him for now… that was enough. Mari too… (though if only Sunny knew that his sister was far beyond his reach once more.)

Sharing a memory though… there was so much in Sunny’s head from that place, the four years he had spent in make-believe cathartic adventures, that he wasn’t sure where to start…]


Captain Spaceboy… [With something familiar, though he would have to keep talking so that Kel didn’t think he was cheating out or something.] …has a pirate crew. But… he was sad… so we… had to search… something important. [Even now, Sunny remembered Kel’s enthusiasm in digging through the trash, Aubrey’s exasperation and well-timed swings clearing the path, Hero’s Charm…] We climbed… to the top… of Junkyard…

[He had to take a momentary break, catching his breath. So many words. But… it didn’t feel right to use his notebook right now. He wanted to try and convey to Kel these journeys in his own (verbal) words.]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-28 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny was infinitely grateful that Kel still remembered Captain Spaceboy, even if he had… given up Hobbeez…

It meant something still tied him to that space, Sunny liked to think. (Not like the way Neighbor’s Room had been wiped from his mind, the room stark white and bare.)

The bed might have even moved a bit with Sunny’s own form of silent ‘laughter’ at Kel’s guess.]


The best… dumpster diver… [Kel remained true to himself, even in Sunny’s dreams. As for the adventure itself…]

Kel, Aubrey, Hero, and me… [The four of them made up their small party, much like hanging out had been when they were younger. Sure, Mari hung around with them too, all comfortable on her picnic blanket, and Basil was… he was…

Somewhere…

The thought distracted him. But of course there always had to be another quest, and it was through trying to find Basil that they had ended up in the Junkyard in the first place.]


We fought… Captain Spaceboy… pew pew[Complete with mini sound effects and a finger gun. But before that…] We climbed… the top of the Junkyard… and… there was… a couch…

[OK, maybe that sounded a bit anticlimactic, even to his own ears.]
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-08-28 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny would always do his best to introduce anyone interested to Captain Spaceboy. Really, it was handy that they had the comics here (even if he only ever found one in each place, and they weren’t actually part of the serialization…).

So Kel should have no fears there!

And the fact that Kel spoke with such familiarity about Aubrey (and hadn’t asked about Hero, this time, even if Sunny couldn’t know that Kel had forgotten his brother), had him almost relieved.]


A couch… at the tallest stack… of junk… [He’s really trying to draw this out to make it interesting! It sounded more interesting in his head… or maybe that was the case with all dreams. The teen nods, attempting to look wise.] And there… a sign… with…