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goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
3..2...1...CONTACT!
Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
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It was something that might have made more sense if she could remember being a kid at all.
Bemused, she sat down at one of the tables, content to be ignored as not part of the memory. The thing with the ears was also kind of weird, but maybe that was normal for this environment. How was she supposed to know? She rested one elbow on the table, chin in her hand, and murmurs, "I guess his ears aren't supposed to do that?"
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"Yeah, no. It's generally not something that happens with your average human here." The admission sounds somewhat reluctant. Tommy had been a topic he'd been trying not to bring up since he got here, for a variety of reasons, but the main one being not wanting to risk giving away what he was.
The chances that Jorgmund could actually pick and choose who they grabbed to work for them felt low, but the fact that there was any chance at all made him cautious about telling anyone about him, in case word somehow got back to the company. Especially when Jorgmund seemed to be collecting werewolves. Plus, it was just, their secret. He'd already made the mistake of outing Tommy to someone in the past. He didn't intend to do it again if he could help it.
Watching the scene unfold from the table it's hard to hear much of the conversation past an enthusiastic "Can I see them?" before the Merton from the memory drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, giving a quick look around them to make sure none of the other students were close enough to listen in.
Tommy on the other hand, had no such composure, quickly countering whatever the shorter boy said to him with, "So my ears are a little big? It's a Dawkins family trait". He quickly got more and more uncomfortable and irritated as the conversation went on, particularly when Merton makes the mistake of excitedly declaring "You've got all the symptoms!", then it's his turn to look around to make sure no one heard that.
Thankfully, no one seems to be paying either of them much attention, and Tommy finally decides he's had enough.
"You know what I think? I think you're spending a little too much time with your fantasy freak club." He taps a fork against Merton's chest as he speaks, and all the enthusiasm quickly drains from the other kid's expression. However he saw this conversation going down, this apparently wasn't it. Collecting his tray, Tommy skips going down the rest of the food line in favor of just getting away from the misfit. "You know, you should really watch what you say to people."
As he walks away he scoffs, "Werewolf, pft", and the real Merton leans against the table, running a hand partway down his face, then pinching the bridge of his nose, while the memory of himself continues to stand there, looking dumbstruck and slightly stricken until Tommy throws him one last verbal punch, "You know, it's no wonder you don't have any friends, Martin."
"Fine!" Finally, he puts some bite in his own voice, even if it's not much. "Just be careful. It's a full moon this Saturday."
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She wrinkles her nose at the yelling. How does someone make a name sound like an insult? "That seemed... really mean."
It's one thing to kick the shit out of someone. It's entirely another to be nasty on purpose.
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"He...He's usually not like that." He sounds a touch defensive, though not in an angry way. Her response was understandable, and given their last interaction he was a little surprised she'd be upset on his behalf. It was...appreciated. But this was Tommy. It was a bit odd to be the one coming to his defense for once. "We didn't know each other yet, and I kinda came out of nowhere and hit him with a lot."
"We actually end up being best friends. Believe it or not, he's probably the kindest person I've ever met." As he spoke, his gaze shifted from her to the memory of Tommy as he went to join his football buddies at another table. He watched him with a fondness that made it clear he wasn't lying, before catching himself and looked back down at the table, rubbing his temple.
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She listens to what he has to say about Tommy, nodding along. Bad first impressions are a thing, she knows that. She's just glad to hear there's a lot more to it. "That's really good, then. That you guys got to be friends. Guess you never know how things are going to turn out."
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"That technology is still pretty far out of reach for us here." Catching himself he amends the statement gesturing to the memory of the cafeteria around them. "My home universe, I mean. My real one."
As Wrath spoke of his friendship with Tommy he couldn't help glanced over his shoulder at the boy again, before looking back to her, seemingly mulling something over what she'd said.
"...Yeah. I guess not," he answered a bit awkwardly.
"So you work for the military? Or did?" Did her doing media stuff now mean she left the military? Or was it media stuff for the military?