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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 pauses to reconsider as she remembers something. "My friend, though. Her father cut a deal with the people we're fighting. Not to save his family or anything. Just to get more power, and he was already stupid rich and in control of the family's mining corporation. I mean, she's a good person so she doesn't get along with him or anything, but still. That's her dad."
Nora's thoughts are more on the friend in question than her treacherous father, and her memories provide an image of a short, slightly-built girl about Nora's age, long white hair swept back in a high ponytail, all dressed in pale winter colors and wielding a rapier. Her face sports a large scar that cuts down across her eye, disconcerting in someone so young.
"Poor Weiss. No wonder she decided to go to school in a whole different kingdom."
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"You are right about people making bad calls when things get desperate. My brothers undertook... things that were foul and unnatural to save my gene-sire's life as he lay dying from a sorcerous blade, and I think that may have been the start of everything going wrong."
Loken realizes, "I do not think you have mentioned your parents at all."
yeah so v8 retconned her motivations, it's great
"It's okay. I met Ren right after."
That does something, a tableau appearing of a crying redheaded girl, perhaps six or so, obviously Nora, being comforted by a little boy about the same age. His hair is black and his eyes are a dark pink, and if Remnant were Earth, his clothing would look Chinese, while Nora's wouldn't be out of place on an American street. The pair are crouched under a house raised on stilts, on the roof of which perches a monstrous bird, almost as large as the house itself, and seeming to be made of shadow. The air smells of smoke and there's the occasional sound of a scream in the distance, but whatever battle is taking place is not very near to the children.
The giant bird Grimm leans down, bringing its head closer to where the children are hiding. Ren hugs Nora and the two go strangely desaturated as some sort of power extends from him to envelop them both. Whatever it is, it works, because the Grimm loses interest and flaps off.
"He's my family."
Re: yeah so v8 retconned her motivations, it's great
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That's normal. All you people with non-Grimm-infested worlds are the weird ones.
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Loken visited once. A moment of that slips out. Loken fighting another man as big as him, a harsh fight and Loken appears at a disadvantage, unable or unwilling to fight with any weapons though he's being attacked by a helmed man with a two-handed sword. They wrestle for control of the battle, Loken trying to subdue, the other man looking to kill, and right as Garviel looks to have fully lost the advantage.... the man's helmet bursts, the quieted sound of a subsonic bolter round making some noise but less than Garviel's weapons have done by far. Loken looks furious as he rises and turns to another man who is not visible in the memory.
"It was an unpleasant place."