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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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He looks at Shelley, and adds, "We were all enemies, more recently than that. A family that breaks apart is the cruelest sort of foe."
He shrugs his armored shoulders, the auto-reactive pauldrons sliding around on the mountings in response.
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This officially is not a great memory to be having. She can't imagine how it's like to have your former friends as enemies you have to kill. It may be one of the few things she hasn't experienced.
Yet.
Shelley intertwines her hands, fretfully holding them in front of her chest. "You seem to be taking it well, though...a lot of other people would be feeling a lot bluer about being reminded about this all. Is this happy memory from that long ago?"
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He shakes his head. "The Imperium at the height of glory, bringing another world to compliance. Innocent of what was to come, the horrors we had yet to face... yet to embrace."
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That's an incredibly complicated situation. Seven years is quite the long time, though, no wonder he seems to have accepted it. Well, not that he had any other option, given he's fighting them. You can't do that if you haven't accepted it's all over and it won't ever go back to how things were before.
"How were they like...? When everything was more or less okay"
Is asking such things picking into somewhat more painful memories? She's not sure, but some people like talking about their past friends, even if in the present everything involving them is absolutely awful. Having seen the moment Loken joined them, she already has more or less an idea, but...
...you can't know a person from someone else's memory. Loken probably has his own words to say about them, if he's willing to.
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He sighs, and looks into the visions of the past. "I loved them. How could I do otherwise?"
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Which completely goes against the 'galaxy' part. Well, it was to be expected that not everywhere in the whole wide universe was advanced and blessed with technology. Still, 'superstitions' and 'lack of science' are different.
What Shelley said, though, is a bit of an unsaid question: 'How's the place you come from?'
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He pauses, and then says. "It was called old night for a reason. So the description of the Middle Ages, if I am to understand the antiquated phrasing you use correctly is not incorrect."
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Given there's a chance even if they reach amazing technology and all, civilization may fall and return to something close to nothingness. It's tragic if you think about it.
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He shrugs his shoulders.
"Humanity's flaw seems to be the overweening ambition and greed of the leaders. " Is he talking about the Emperor or Horus? Well, Horus, but he's unknowingly talking about the Master of Mankind as well.
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...that's...very plausible. A little too plausible for comfort. Shelley shakes her head, trying not to think too hard about it.
"Maybe not knowing it could be a cycle would give more hope. You may not want to tell other people about that"
Oh well. She'll get over it after some thinking, but right now the thought human society may disappear as she knows it someday is kind of gloomy, goodness.
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"While it is a cycle, the cycle continues. Perhaps one day we shall get it right."
Boy that is a wrong hope.
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There's supposed to be a point somewhere in there. Apparently she realizes it may have gotten lost in her usual way of talking, because she shrugs and rephrases it:
"What I mean is that there's people who worry too much about this sorta stuff. Not everyone is a rugged space warrior"
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He shrugs. "I cannot say if we are a dream or not, but I would venture the only thing that matters regardless if that we act as best we can, with honor and honesty."