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Liam's day had started when he got out of bed and tripped over a valise labelled 'Destiny' and nearly faceplanted into a steamer trunk labelled 'Survivor's Guilt'.
It really didn't take him long to figure out what was going on. Once again, Fandom had taken a metaphor and gone the distressingly literal route, it seemed. And sure, most people would've taken this as a hint to stay hidden inside their apartments, but most people didn't live with a colony of pathologically religious mice who remembered everything. His trauma was already manifesting in literal form here, he didn't need the creation of a religious ritual to mark the occasion as well.
So, out for a run it was, and then stopping to sit for a while at his favorite spot near his old place andsulk brood just be alone with his thoughts for a while. Well, alone with his thoughts and his damned emotional baggage.
[ooc: expecting one but could also be open if you want to catch him beforehand!]
It really didn't take him long to figure out what was going on. Once again, Fandom had taken a metaphor and gone the distressingly literal route, it seemed. And sure, most people would've taken this as a hint to stay hidden inside their apartments, but most people didn't live with a colony of pathologically religious mice who remembered everything. His trauma was already manifesting in literal form here, he didn't need the creation of a religious ritual to mark the occasion as well.
So, out for a run it was, and then stopping to sit for a while at his favorite spot near his old place and
[ooc: expecting one but could also be open if you want to catch him beforehand!]
