Madison Valley Role Play

What it the seven layers of hell is going on? I'm down with the resurrection but why do I have these memories that aren't mine? And I totally know who they belong to.

Knowing how giving birth is makes me never want to experience it myself. Though there is that feeling of love.

We didn't really do the Easter thing back home, not like it's done here. Same with pretty much all the holidays. All I know is it's one of those things with a lot of food. And really, that's the best part of these holidays, isn't it?

Maybe that's just me.

Who: Athelstan and Sonya Blade
What: Mourning a friend and partner
When: Thursday evening
Where: Just outside Torstein Sonya's hut
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD
Status: closed/narrative