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goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am
Entry tags:
- #memshare,
- #rig logs,
- adora,
- 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,
- ✘ remus lupin,
- ✘ 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.]]
Re: memory 3!
When Guts' voice breaks the moment she turns her face away, not wanting to hear - but suddenly Caim is just a memory under her fingertips, a cold ghost gone far away. She steps back, leaving the memory of herself clutching a shadow.
"Guts? What's going on?"
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Or that's his best guess, anyway.
"I'm sorry. It felt like I was hearin' something I shouldn't, so..."
The gentle interruption. He didn't want to be a voyeur over here, watching something that is none of his business. Saturday had the right to consciously be aware of what she was showing, at least.
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Saturday doesn't finish her sentence, but also doesn't need to.
"Anyway. How do we get out, d'you think? I've done stuff like this before, but like. On purpose, with someone on overwatch outside."
Guts is a good guy, a polite guy, who will probably not ask any more questions. Because she will answer them, but she doesn't want to; what good does it do anyone to know that Caim died in her arms not five minutes later? Holding on didn't keep him here, and talking won't bring him back.
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Guts would balk if he was ever called polite, but he does try to be mindful for his friends. He doesn't pursue the line of conversation any further.
"It doesn't make much sense - I got here through an opening in the wall," he says, riding along with her change of topic. Turning around, he looks at where he came from, wondering if the exit would still be there.
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She runs a hand through her hair. "Wonder if we can snap ourselves out of it - "
This place, however, has its own rules; it gives not one fig for her dignity or privacy. The harder she tries to force her control on it, the slipperier it gets. She keeps adding to her list of things to shove down the memory hole, and the background bucks and twists with it. Caim as she'd first seen him, looking confused over his shoulder as she plucked the little horror off his back. The night after, dancing around the fire. Crafting Nina's puppets in the grey hours before dawn - he'd been exhausted, but it had mattered to him, because it mattered to her -
" - fuck," she mutters, and the scene freezes suddenly. They're on the cannon deck of a vast warship, manned by trolls - who are gathered, excited, around one of the cannon hatch. A different Saturday and Caim are just pulling themselves out of it
" - I'll be damned!" he's saying. "Your friend really can fly!"
"She sure can." The other Saturday is still watching out the porthole, smiling and wistful. "Hope you didn't bet against her."
"Of course not. I was trying to work out if I needed to jump out and save her."
That makes her turn to him, snorting. "When'd you grow wings?"
"That'd be the next immediate problem." He winks.
Despite herself, the real Saturday laughs.
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What comes after is what catches his attention - more foreign places, but the interactions were familiar. The nights of a budding friendship - or perhaps something more? The close, tender nights building puppets together, satisfied with nothing more but each other's company. No, it was definitely something more.
Guts isn't the type to laugh so readily, but he smiles warmly, glad to see them seeing them enjoying themselves. It was good to have these memories when the person was gone, even if it's bittersweet in the end. They manage to stay alive here, in a way.
"Is this that warship you stole, or was that another one?"
He remembers the story! Flying asshole getting his floating castle taken from him. A Classic.
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Before she finishes the thought, they're on the deck of the vast five-deck trader, soaring through the sky with wisps of cirrus parting like foam before the bow. The sailors around them are mostly vague figures, though one or two stand out in detail; people who'd made an impression. There's more of them then you might think. Her friends flicker by in half-formed memories - conversations, recovering from battle, glimpses of some more intimate moments. All merging into one another, ghostly.
Apparently an awful lot happened on this ship.
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Excuse his bewilderment over here.
"They look more intelligent than any troll I've ever met."
He'll take Large Horned People over the little feral monstrosities crawling around Qliphoth any day of the week. Being buried in a pool of their horrible entrails really didn't endear them much.
The scenery up top is what really takes the words out of him, though. Most of Guts' life had been with feet planted on the earth. The only times he'd ever been in the sky was to fight, and he'd been so focused on the kill in front of him he could never stop and take a look around. It was incredible, and he's stuck admiring the vista until Saturday interrupts him.
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She doesn't interrupt. She joins Guts at the railing, instead, watching birds soar alongside their airy wake like dolphins. Her memories of this are vivid. She spent a lot of time up here, watching the sky change.
The ship banks up and over a reef of fluffy cumulus, soaring above the rolling white fluff. It looks soft and inviting, clean and white, although Saturday knows from experience that it's mostly just cold and wet and impossible to see once you're inside one. Probably a metaphor or something. But from a distance, they look now like a herd of sheep, now like a crashing wave; now they drift and part, and a flock of geese narrows their vee to shoot between. Saturday forgets, for a moment, how dangerous remembering can be in this place.
Which is why the next thing they see is three dragons cavorting: two classically western, one a strange amalgam of features: a serpent's body, feathered wings, fangs and horns. That one flies a little oddly, and from time to time one of the other two will course-correct her.
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Guts watches the birds and the soft forms of the clouds pass around them, as entranced with the sights as Saturday was. It was the same way he felt when the ocean breeze drew him out of the decks of the Sea Horse to think. Far too easy to get lost in the vastness of it all. It is vivid enough to even feel the cool air on his face.
The daydream is put on pause when they approach the dragons. They didn't appear to be aggressive, but he can't help but feel caution - monsters were still potentially dangerous. He fixes on them with an even stare.
"That something you usually see out here?"
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She raises her head, watching the three loop-de-loop and generally cavort. Maggie banks, catches her wing on some invisible current, and tumbles into a cloud; Uzar flies to her rescue, shouldering her back up onto the wind she was riding.
"The other two are Uzar and Kirzar. They're like here - people who are dragons but also people, not full time dragons like - god it's complicated an' I don't even get most of it. Maggie's my best friend, okay? No matter what happens."
But it twists in her guts, watching Maggie fly away. Hurting, as she watches her best friend soaring out of reach.