Invasion!

[goneawaymod]

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.]]

Comments

[takenalive]

[One glazed stalk eye points at Stacia. The guard's moved aside, leaving him in at least a more peaceful pose.]

<Traumatic? Interesting. This is... well. This is every three days. I can't do anything about it. If I'm punished, it's not with this.>

[Now he's speaking with a much more typical tone, remote and weary with a sardonic edge.]

<Why are you here?>

[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia takes advantage of the fact reality has stopped flickering around them to move in closer.]

Hell if I know. I knew I'd get the emotional whammy off of you if you started singing, but you didn't warn me about hallucinations. Fortunately, I find those easier to handle than the emotional stuff, so I'm not going to throw another shoe at you start talking in the third person.

[She cocks her head to the side.]

Do you want me to help you stand up?

[takenalive]

<I can't do this. If we can speak and respond and you aren't feeling anyone's emotional contagion, it's not as if a Yeerk who's seen me has you and is showing you the memory, either. Congratulations, by the way. Standard procedure for breaking the will of a new host is revealing how broken an old one is.>

[He's very matter of fact.]

<You're good at propelling things through the air, but I imagine I'm too heavy for you. I'd rather see if I can control this.>

[Alloran goes quiet. When the scene changes again, it's to a dark place that seems like a small, grassy island in a calm sea, under a wild proliferation of stars and two crescent moons like barely-opened eyes. An Alloran with two fully furred ears lies in the soft split-tipped grass in almost the same pose as that time in the Pool, alongside two other Andalites splayed out like sleeping cats. They're both a bit smaller than him, with much smaller tailblades. Their tails are intertwined, and the one lying closer to Alloran is holding his hand.]

[credit_not_blame]

[Oh, this is much better. Stacia turns to take it all in, and also to give Alloran and his children (?) privacy.]

Wow. Do your moons always show the same phases, or do they revolve at different speeds?