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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am

Invasion!

Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After Intermission
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 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 cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people. Of course, there's always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up memories unbidden.]]
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2020-09-13 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Give it time.

"Sounds like the name they picked, yeah." But Bunny is distracted, looking at a standing stone, carved near the base with swirling, organic runes, but blank and smooth-sanded above.

"Long enough for this to be carved top to bottom," he says, indicating the stone. He looks around at the many standing stones, with their many carved bases - "long enough for all of them to have been carved since. And covered with moss."

He remembers the very minimal downtime he spends in the Warren, time often spent . . . spent maintaining these very stones.

"Then worn down so much I've had to restore the ones you can already see. So - centuries ago."

And he remembers, digging into that downtime now, that most of the carvings higher than two feet above the ground are easiest to restore, because they're all in his style. As if he carved everything taller than a regular rabbit himself.

"These people have been gone for centuries by the time I . . ." what, got there? Was born, was created? He lamely settles on "Remember."

Dread builds as he puts the pieces together.

"Saturday." His voice is low. "I don't think this memory has a happy ending."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-09-16 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"...you mighta lost it for a reason, then," Saturday says quietly, looking at the carvings. They don't jump out as being of any particular type to her, though they look kinda like some of the designs painted on the Center back home. The maori ones, probably?

"Do you know why or how you lost your memories to begin with?"