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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
[Rowena sees no issue taking sides in judging the moral character of a little child she's never met; she sees nothing in this memory that does anything but recommends South to her. Rowena's a witch; it's pretty much obligatory that she sympathize with rebellious women.]
I don't suppose anyone ever came around who nurtured your talents instead?
no subject
[ South snorts, shaking her head. ]
Nah. I stayed a scrappy little shit and everyone else kept the stick up their asses. Even in the fuckin' military, where y'know, being a fighty bitch who doesn't take people's shit was kind of the whole point.
[ Seriously, what did they expect? Fucking ridiculous.
The teacher sighs, and the present South's shoulders tighten another notch. She knows exactly what's about to come out of her mouth and whilst it's not going to sting as much as it did back then, that doesn't mean she wants to hear it. Let alone with someone else here.
"Natasha..." The teacher pinches her brow. "Why can't you be more like your brother?"
The expression on younger South's face drops, for a second; all of that anger is replaced by a stunned sort of look, like she can't believe the words that just came out of the adult's mouth. The classroom dissolves into snickers and her features harden, again, as she throws glares towards the culprits, clutching her belongings tight to her chest.
The first fucking time an adult said it to her face.
Her brother wasn't even in this class, but everyone knew who the teacher was talking about. There never had been any escaping the association, even back then, even when it hadn't bothered her as much.
Here on the rig her feelings are more complicated by the day, but there's still no separating the two. Though, Rowena's a new face, so she might not know, might not have seen the equally tall blonde man who shares half her features, or at least not made the connection yet. Not that it means much, it's always a matter of 'when', not 'if', and there's nothing like having your memories shared to speed up the 'when'. ]