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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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"Yeah, we got them out and to the hospital before they were too far gone," Brand confirms. "Fortunately, we were all there when the Hanged Man blew up the Dawncreek's house. But he's dead now, and that solved all of those fucking political problems."
Sure, there are going to be more in the future. But that's the future. Brand smirks and adds, "plus now we own a fully-armed World War II battleship and a dinosaur with arthritis."
Go on, South. Guess whether he's fucking with you. Guess.
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She blinks at him incredulously for a good few seconds, trying to get a read on if he's telling the truth and the truth is just batshit, or if he's making shit up now, but that smirk tells her nothing.
"A fucking dinosaur with— okay you've got to be fucking with me now. Or— seriously? Fucking seriously? How the fuck is any of that real let alone connected to a bunch of terrible magic-politics?"
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Brand laughs because yes, his and Rune's life is fucking ridiculous. "They used to belong to the Hanged Man, and after we took him out, we got a share of his stuff," he explains. Then he sobers. "The battleship is currently haunted as fuck, though. Nasty shit."
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"I swear you could say fuckin' anything to me and no matter how insane it sounded, how fuckin' sure I was you were fucking with me, I'd never be able to be sure. Because," she says, emphatically, "what the fuck. Nasty haunted battleships and decrepit dinosaurs, that you got because you took down a guy called the Hanged Man. No part of that should be believable."
Fucking different universes, man.
"What are you supposed to even do with a freaky haunted battleship and a dinosaur?"
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Probably not going to keep it near the Sun Estate though. Not until things are less raw for the Dawncreeks.
The memory around them is fading as Addam starts pushing through the wall into Sathorn Unique. Brand braces himself in preparation for what this stupid memory sharing deal is going to throw at them next.
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"The fact you think a battleship might 'come in handy' one day is inane in itself, for the record. And I'm saying that as a soldier who like, lived on a fucking space-age equivalent."
Which, apparently, is all the memory bullshit needs as a cue to drag them into a memory taking place on that very ship. They're immediately welcomed by the sounds of fighting and explosions, as a black-armoured figure tears her way through a bunch of soldiers.
And then the giant metal sliding doors at the end of the room open. And South, decked out in her purple and green armour, steps out carrying an unwieldy looking weapon.
"...oh, for fuck's sake," South groans a second before her past self says:
"You think you're so fucking tough, don't you Texas? Well let me ask you something: who's the monster now, bitch?"
"Ah, shit," Texas says, and starts somehow dodging the missiles that shoot from the pod with reflexes that aren't exactly baseline-human.
Current South covers her face with her hand, peeking out between two fingers. God, that sounds so ridiculous from the outside. What was she thinking? Of course, the answer is, she wasn't, she was angry to the point of stupidity, but whatever. This part of the memory is probably the least of her worries, stupid and dramatic as it is.