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]

<Ah. Some things certainly are universal,> he muses. There's always someone who thinks they're better than whoever they're visiting horrific things upon. He's been in both places. <Would that I knew. This is markedly less invasive than being a Yeerk, but it wasn't my choice, either.>

Alloran follows the progress of the humans he can't distinguish much of. <That's an unsettling effect.>

Yes, that's what strikes him as uncomfortable.

[credit_not_blame]

"It's magic being used to prevent identification," Stacia says dryly. "It's supposed to spooky."

She and Alloran are both gliding across the ground after the unidentifiable humans, since the memory they're in is tethered to one of them rather than a location. After not too long, the two humans turn into wolves and begin to run, not as if they are fleeing the scene but more as if they have ground to cover and have decided that four legs are more efficient than two. It's still hard to distinguish anything about them specifically, though one does seem to have a more noble bearing than the other.

"There's not much more to this memory," Stacia says. "So maybe whatever's keeping you here will bop you back out soon. Either that, or you're gonna get something else out of my head. I don't suppose you have a feeling as to which way it'll go?"