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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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She tries to huff, but it's just as lacking as the snort was. She just ends up sniffling, instead, though her sobs have tapered off, now.
"...think I need to talk to him alone," she says, after a second. "Told him we need to, anyway. He can't keep doing this."
She's seen it so many times. She should have known, she should have known.
There's a longer silence, then, as she wars with herself internally before finally saying, "...might need someone to talk to after, though."
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He needs to talk to North again, too, especially if South's right and not just being insecure. Which he supposes he'll find out soon enough.
"Let me know what he says either way, okay?"
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She nods, swallowing a lump in her throat. She shifts from sitting with her legs curled to her chest into a much looser position, trying to regain some sense of normalcy, stop feeling so vulnerable.
"I will," she says, then, quieter, "...thanks."
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He trails off, noticing that the other South's breakdown has stopped like the volume of the memory was muted. And slowly it starts to dim and fade.
"...this, I guess. See you back on the rig, South."
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She gives him a mock salute in response, another attempt to reclaim some of her usual attitude, and then breathes a sigh of tangible relief at being released from this stupid shit, and... maybe at something else. Maybe at a quiet, internal realisation that she might have more people to lean on here than she thought, despite everything.
She'll... think about that later. She has tougher conversations to have with people besides herself, first.