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goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am
Entry tags:
- #memshare,
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- alloran semitur-corass,
- bunnymund,
- catra,
- dan sagittarius,
- guts,
- kevin armstrong,
- nora valkyrie,
- remy lebeau,
- rogue,
- ronald mcdonald,
- ronan lynch,
- sam winchester,
- saturday,
- setsuna higashi,
- stacia novik,
- tenten,
- ✘ aleifr bjornsson,
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- ✘ sirius black,
- ✘ steven universe
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.]]
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.]]
1
But she doesn't know how to leave the memory. She's stuck bearing witness to another person's trauma that feels so much like her own.
But this isn't her own. This strange woman with a mask isn't her father, and she doesn't have the kind of hold over Vanya that Reginald Hargreeves has. Vanya purses her lips, then she walks forward.
As the woman is menacing the child, Vanya just... stands between them. She's small, only five feet tall, but it's still a barrier. A barrier between the memory and the person who she thinks is reliving it. Vanya can't count the number of times she wished that someone would just stand between her and her father.]
This... [Vanya doesn't know what to say. She's never known what to say, even though she's lived it herself. But she tries to keep her eyes focused on the frightened child before her.] This isn't actually happening. She's not really here.
Re: 1
She always punished me and not Adora.
[ There's a moment of silence, then an angry little snap--the menacing form of Shadow Weaver remains where it is, frozen for the moment. ]
How are you in my head?
no subject
[It's still hard to say. Hard to put into words. But somehow it's easier in a place like this, talking to someone who's going through exactly what she is, but without any of the baggage that comes with growing up in the same abusive family.
Vanya frowns at the question, looking around the room. She's never seen a place like this before. As is the way in dreams, it hadn't really occurred to her to question it until this moment.]
I... don't know how I'm here. Honestly, I'm not sure you're real.
no subject
[ The anger at being told she might not be real snaps Catra out of memory. Sort of. A moment later, she's standing there. An angry young woman, much different than her usual bedraggled jumpsuit look. She wears a uniform of a sort, her hair pushed back behind an odd, mask-like headpiece she wears. ]
And I don't need your stupid pity!
[ She's feeling scared now, vulnerable from being trapped inside some of her worst memories with someone she doesn't know, some other recruit into Jorgmund's fucked up bullshit. ]
It's all in the past anyway.
no subject
Vanya physically backs off. Giving the woman space, giving her the distance she might need to feel more secure. She might not have the same power to hurt Vanya like her siblings do, but that doesn't mean she wants to kick a hornet's nest.]
I don't pity you. [Vanya's voice is soft, but certain.] I empathize with you, but I don't pity you.
[But Vanya isn't going to pick at it. She's not going to pick at how it's never really in the past, that somehow the disapproving parents that could never love you loom ever larger in their absence. Those are the kinds of truths that you don't want to put words to, even if they're true. And Vanya had never been all that eager to discuss feelings either.
Vanya averts her eyes, away from the woman, away from her pain, and tries to change the subject.] Where are we?
no subject
[ Catra spits vindictiveness, her whole body bristling. She doesn't let anyone this close. Not even Adora. Especially Adora, even if she was there when this all happened. She grimaces at the question asked of her, but seizes it. It's an excuse to move away from the topic of her pain and fear. ]
...The Fright Zone. It's where I grew up.