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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.]]
no subject
Wasn't there anyone that could help you?
[She asks regardless, because she has to say something. She's afraid that it sounds insensitive, but not speaking and just watching without reassuring her that there is no silent judging on her part sounds crueler.]
[cw: child abuse, animal death]
[You may have ended up like me, dear.
The scene begins to dissolve around them, almost as if the home is burning up like paper. They're in the dark and humid now, outside, and there are dots of torches in the distance. A version of Rowena who's a bit older drags a chubby boy of around eight years old by his wrist; he's protesting and whining in the same thick brogue she has.
"But mummy! I told Berta I would play with her at the river tomorrow, why are you making us leave?"
"Shut up, Fergus!" The young Rowena, probably around the legal drinking age by today's standards, slaps her son across the cheek, even though he's just about as big as she is and looks liable to hit her back. "Shut up! If they catch a peep of you, we'll both be dead. You understand what dead means, don't you, Fergus? Dead means-"
The young Rowena looks around and sees a salamander minding its own business on the ground. She drops her son's hand and scoops the little creature up, shoving it in Fergus' face with a scowl. She grabs him by the back of the hair and forces his face into it, until a smear of the salamander's mud is on his pug-like nose.
Then, so close that the pops of oil burn his small face, she ignites it in her hand in a small, quick blaze that incinerates the creature. She smears the ash in his face with her palm.
"Dead means this!" she hisses, butting her face up into his to intimidate him into silence as he starts to cry. "Now shut up and follow me before you get us both killed."]
Re: [cw: child abuse, animal death]
Why did you do that?