Piper 90: Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
goneawaymod) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.]]
no subject
"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.
no subject
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."
no subject
"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?