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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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Dan is treating him like an idiot, of course he's aware that Dan is sorry for his family dying. It's not like Price hadn't pieced the 'everyone died and I couldn't save them' part together, it was already obvious in their very first encounter.
He thinks about how he interacted with Sam exactly three times and how in two out of three he had mentioned Dan, either speaking highly about him explicitly or hinting his fondness for him. He is the one that called him a good person. What the hell was he thinking?!
He feels stupid, if only a little bit. What makes a good person? Isn't it following the orders of empaths who supposedly know better? Isn't it breaking laws that are unfair? Why does it always backfire for him? And why does Dan get to break every rule, commit every crime, and still be a good person? ...Was the Director a good person? He did value 'the right things', before going insane.
"I know you're in pain. I'm not doubting that at all."
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"Then why the accusations?"
The younger version of himself successfully disarms the mine, gets his hair ruffled by his father.
Dan's hands are shaking, even tucked into his arms. He raises his eyebrows at Price again.
"You want folks to treat you better, Counselor, next time you see someone in pain, don't use it as an opportunity to tell them their compassion ain't been good enough for you."
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He suddenly feels unable to formulate a sentence that would convey it properly. Maybe it would just look like an excuse, maybe it is better not to voice this thought, if only because it's Dan's moment and Price having feelings about it must be a manipulation of some sort.
Wouldn't anyone else be disappointed finding out that the one person who encouraged good behaviour and seemingly practised what he preached turned out to be just like the people that hurt them? Is this emotional response inappropriate? Is it once again only inappropriate because it's him?
"You wouldn't understand." he sighs "Besides, I did warn you. If you don't want me to hurt you then you should stay away from me."
A mixture of anger and sadness marks his face before he fades away from the memoryscape.
"You need to give up on your lost causes."
He says it, and he means it, yet there is a smaller but way louder part of him that silently begs 'Please, please don't give up on me'.
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But now Price is gone. Dan's left in a desert that's slowly fading away, watching as the family he watched die fades into the air, as the sun dissolves, the air gets moist and heavy instead of static-shock dry. And he's left without a person to try and help, without someone else's problems to occupy his mind.
Just him and his grief, a world alone.