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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: tw: for imminent animal death and fantasy genocide
Kind of grubby, and worried she might she leave smudges. Like she doesn't belong here. Probably she doesn't; this place is clearly magic and probably has rules.
"Yeah," she responds to Bunny absently. " - wait, you what?"
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Behind that rabbit a litter of paint covered kittens, all covered in big splotches of paint, are chasing each other around a meadow and shrieking in kid-delight loud enough to disturb some of the passing cleaner adult rabbits.
Everything here is lovely, but it's an organic, working loveliness, and beautiful gardens are still full of dirt.]
Yeah, I haven't remembered anything earlier than around the time North America had that last big famine. I think that was the 1920's.
[It's hard to remember what years things happened in, when the seasons are what matters to him, but it's good sometimes to have a count of how many years go by, and . . . and . . .
And none of that is important, really, when this is such an achingly lovely vision of what is absolutely his home, but full of people who absolutely aren't there.
Bunny looks increasingly worried as he puzzles through that.]
If these are my memories, then I don't . . . know what happened to these people.
[But something clearly happened.]
They're not here in 1920.
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" - huh. I lost a chunk of memories too, few years ago. Only got a few of 'em back so far. 1920 woulda been the uh, Dirt Bowl? I remember Maggie talkin' about it once."
She looks around, searching for anything that might indicate when they are. Though she doesn't have the clearest idea what that might be... maybe a newspaper or an old-timey clock?
"When do you think this is?"
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"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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"Do you know why or how you lost your memories to begin with?"