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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.]]
b) Antarctica: cold revelations
He wouldn't leave with her, she begged and pleaded and promised everything but he shooed her away, told her to leave him. Remy said he had chosen to be there and had to pay for his sins. Naturally, she demanded to know who would make him pay, and that was when all hell broke loose.
Some massive man calling himself Erik the Red had set up a trail for Remy, Rogue and the rest of her team were in chains in some mockery of a jury box. Witnessed were called and each gave damning testimony on the past misdeeds of Remy LeBeau, but when it came around to working with Mister Sinister, Rogue could hardly believe it. Her outcries only seemed to amuse Erik and he called her forth as the final witness. Forced to touch Remy, Rogue was held for longer than she wanted, longer than she should have been, she felt the wave of panic rise inside her as her mind took in more than the small sip she allowed to borrow powers.
She sees it. She sees it all. Everything Remy had done to lead Sinister and the Mauraders to the Morlocks. How the Mauraders slaughtered men, women, and children like they were scything wheat. She watched with Remy's eyes as he saved a single child and was beat nearly to death for his efforts. But one life against the weights of the dozens who died, one life couldn't tip that scale to balance.
Rogue raged against the forceable use of her against Remy and broke from her restraints. She turned her fury on Erik, the grim would be executioner set the building to destruct which forced Rogue and the others to help each other escape rather than finish him. Rogue ignored Remy's plea to leave him behind and instead hauled him along with the rest out of the crumbling structure.
She flew them out, and the clear air seemed to clear Remy's mind enough to thank her for believing in him. Rogue opened her hand and let him fall free to the ground below. She saved him from immediate death but wouldn't bring him back with the others. LeBeau's survival was left up to him, and she flew off with a dozen howling voices in her mind.
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It doesn’t feel cold, but he can tell that it should be skin-blisteringly cold. Another memoryscape, then, and this one’s a tundra. Of course, it’s a perfect place to build a bizarre castle. And stow someone in a dungeon.
Robbie recognizes three of the people in this memory, mostly from files and Dr. McCoy from tv, although he’s not sure about the old hippie. He expects this memory to be fairly straightforward. The X-Men rescue one of their own, and fly away to little fanfare. Tada.
He is not expecting Gambit to tell them to leave him here, that he has to pay for his sins. Robbie’s perception of the memory changes in an instant. He has said that himself and meant it, and there’s a wash of empathy for the man in chains. He’s intruding on someone’s personal agony, and it’s making his own creep up his throat like bile.
“Whichever of you is thinking of this, can you please think about something else? Let’s think about puppies. Everybody loves puppies.” No one listens. It’s a memory. It just plays on, marching to a cuckoo bastardized trial with the rest of the X-Men in the jury box. Robbie himself feels like he’s free to move, but his view doesn’t change to match his moves. He sees what Rogue sees, no matter what he does.
And when she’s forced to use her powers on Gambit, he sees that too. He’s not sure of all the players and factions, but it becomes disgustingly clear that Gambit is not on the right side. That he’s not working with any X-Men team that Robbie’s aware of.
They’re cutting down people - children - with intent and purpose. It’s not an accident- no one’s powers go off and wipe out a school. They’re on a deliberate death march, but Gambit saves one kid... no wonder he said he deserved it. He didn’t kill them, but this is on him. One kid is a drop in the bucket.
And the bucket is full of dead bodies. The sights and the sounds of the memories are going to haunt him. When Rogue stops using her power on Gambit, it’s a relief. Robbie’s grateful, as if she’s taken mercy on he himself somehow. The escape is easier to stomach, but his brain keeps overlapping the memories of the Morlock tunnels with this one. It’s not something he can just let go. He can’t unsee it.
He’s not shocked when Rogue drops Gambit. Kills him? Tries to? This isn’t friendly terrain, and leaving someone here is no better than leaving him to explode in Erik the Red’s base or starve in the dungeon.
Robbie hasn’t said anything since before the trial, not even a curse under his breathe. He just absorbed the misery of it. But this - he may not know a lot of X-Men, but he holds them to the same standards he uses for the whole codename crew. “What did you do? That doesn’t fix anything!”
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She sees her memory self forced to kiss Gambit and flinches, that moment changed everything for everyone. "He didn' mean ta do any of it, he didn' want to, but he was forced. An he still hated himself for it. Ah swallowed all that hate and it made me hate too." Her voice cracked, something like a sob or cough breaking it.
"Might'a made me kill him or leave him down in the fortress if ah didn' love him so damn much. Ah had ta get him out but," She looked up as if she had to explain, seek forgiveness for something no one had control over. "Ah couldn't bring him back. Ah left him there, left all the X-men, and went half-crazy for a while. "Ah couldn' bring him home 'cause he felt like he didn' have one anymore."
She hated this memory, worse than anything except maybe Cody or Carol Danvers. It hurt even now to see it, the details and nuance of whoes emotions were in control didn't matter, it always ended up the same way, bad for everyone.
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“There’s always a choice, when you’re forced to do something. It’s not a good choice, but... it’s still a choice.” He’s made awful decisions, under orders or coercion, but Robbie can’t excuse them away with being forced. Even if the choice is do it or die, that’s a choice. You can say that you chose to live, if that’s how you need to frame it, but that’s not absolution. They will always carry some responsibility.
But it is they, and not Gambit, because he can’t help drawing parallels when he’s being steeped guilt and trying not to spiral down into grief with Rogue. Trying not to blame her for not helping because he knows what it’s like to be overwhelmed. Trying not to absolve her because he knows what it’s like to think you deserve every punishment they can throw at you - does he blame Rich, for not saving him from the Thunderbolts? No, how could he? Why would he? Gambit deserved it. Robbie deserved - no. “I don’t... I’m not the person to tell you did the right thing.”
He wants to point out that there’s a huge difference between feeling like you don’t have a home and being left in Antarctica, but he’s surprised by how much it moves him, the way her voice breaks like that. She dropped someone she says she loved and left him for dead. That’s not okay. It’s not. Two wrongs don’t make a right - but she was messed up, too. Robbie’s no better than she is, is he? No, he’s worse, because she left Gambit to fend for himself when she was distraught. He beat Nitro half to death. It’s the same, isn’t it? It all feels the same. It’s that same paralyzing flood of neurochemicals.
He can’t stop replaying parts of what he saw, over and over again, and the scene starts to take shape around them again. Sabretooth stalking through the tunnel, but it’s not his memory. It’s a copy of a copy, and Robbie’s brain has fucked with it. Sabretooth is heading for a schoolyard surrounded by a wrought iron fence. “No, no, please... think about something else. Ask me something wacky.”
His own memory is growing clearer. The Marauder looks like a watercolour, and schoolchildren are fading into view. Robbie can’t think about anything else, like his whole life is on the tip of his tongue and he can’t quite get to it. He doesn’t even recognize that he won’t see what he’s afraid of, because he never saw it in the first place. Now it’s his voice that sounds wrecked. “I don’t want to see this.”
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Her hand reached out to any bare skin of his and touched gently.
And nothing happened.
She had been prepared for pain, agony, terror but not to just feel his skin under her own. She wasn't real then, this wasn't entirely real. All of it was an illusion of being inside an illusion.
"Ok, Ah can't that that mem'ry away, so yer just gonna have to listen to me and come away from it yerself, ok Sugah?" She gave his a little squeeze to hold his attention. "None a this is real, an what's inside happened a long time ago. So we just gotta get out of it, we can do this tagether."
Rogue looked around for something, anything that could inspire a change of his thought process. "So much snow, Ah hate snow, raised in the sun. What about you? You grow up in snow? Have snowball fights? Build snowmen?"