hadriel_logs | Event Log: Memories Past

Event Log: Memories Past

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!

Have you ever looked through someone else's eyes? Heard through their ears, spoken with their tongue? The gods have tried to teach some of you empathy, but it's time you learned the hard way, exactly what the others here have been through. For a week, every time you brush skin to skin with someone, you'll experience a memory of theirs: happy, sad, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it feels real to you.

The first touch may come as a surprise- it lasts only for a split second but may feel like an eternity, where you're trapped in someone else's memory. After that, it could be more expected, and some may even figure out how to control it and share specific scenes from their past with others. Or, you might wear gloves and long sleeve shirts for awhile, nobody's judging.

Maybe curtail the handholding for awhile- or go right ahead, if that's your thing. After all, you never really know somebody unless you've walked a mile in their shoes, right?

► This log covers November 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you die in a memory, you don't die in real life, but if you do die in real life please let us know here.

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He got a lot of practice when he and Lup would pretend to be one person. Ultimately, he's just a very, very good liar.

Which is why when Leo starts exerting this power, he crosses his arms in a bit of a mirror to Leo's pose. "I didn't say I saw anything, bubbleh. You told me about all the carnage you and your family could do back at my birthday, remember? And uh, by the by, great party discussion: death. If I wasn't dating the grim reaper I'd say it wasn't allowed."

It's not a lie, per se, but it's absolutely a diversion into something he's way more willing to talk about. Terrible, sneaky boy. The question is, can he actually pull it off.

Of all the things she had seen during these strange events, this was the first that made her smile. Seeing through Ivar's eyes had the implication of being frightening, given his blood lust and sheer force of will, but this was almost like innocence, the start of a life where he may not have had one before.

She watched the chariot with excitement, feeling the same surge of emotions that crowded Ivar's voice. She could feel the wind whipping through her hair as he spurred his horse forward. There was the sound of branches breaking under the wheels, so close to bones snapping beneath the weight of a giant. She wrapped her arms around her, holding onto the darkness for a moment before everything fell away.

When finally she could see clearly again, Lyanna stared at Ivar (who she had been sparring with before this happened). "Was that your chariot?" She frowned, uncertain if he had seen it all as well. This wasn't a figment, she was clever enough to at least understand that, this was a game of the gods.

She stares at him as he spaces out and frowns. This, again? It's going to be a long week. Or however long it is until the gods get bored. Kate takes the drink she's handed and sips a long, slow drink, waiting out the silence with pursed lips and tight shoulders.

There's no way to know what he's seeing, what parts of her story have been given out this time, and all she can do is wait until Ianchus moves again.

"Y'reet?" There's no explosion of response, no what the fuck or anything that's happened before, no horror in his expression, and that makes her own flicker with confusion before she sees the smile and her frown deepens.

What the hell did he see, then?

( Usually, Kate's quite good at avoiding contact with others, at coming close but not quite touching, but maybe she's getting sloppy, or maybe it's avoiding an exotic plant, who knows. It takes the smallest of touches, after all, something barely the width of a finger, and she's dragged under.

The place is wrong, and cold, ancient and weighty, and the girl's nerves and fear pierce Kate's stomach as she's dragged through Poison's explorations. The knots in her gut tightening at the sight of the woman — the corpse — and her lungs robbed of air when she drops from the ceiling. The words which aren't so much said as felt, muttered and senseless and practically scraping at her bones—

She recoils as soon as she blinks back to Hadriel and the present, barely having noticed Poison's smack, hissing in a breath through her teeth.

Fucking— )

Didn't mean to.

( She's gotta start wearing opera gloves or something. )

[Despite everything, it's a bit of a shame when Tyki pulls his hand away. In moments of stress and confusion, Ianchus' first instinct is to seek out another. Instead, he reaches for a glass of water--ah, it's better to try to sober up, isn't it?--then laces his fingers together, turning to look at his companion. Despite the thoughts flying through his head (confusion, trepidation, fear,, as well as: Ah, but I didn't see what that boy felt, a shame, a shame...) his eyes are clear and shrewd. Ianchus is a different breed of fool; when it comes to people, their lies and their quirks, he's sharp.]

I would appreciate one, yes.

[gentle and wary, but not aggressive. His body language shows he's ready to listen.]

( OOC: Oh, I've been wanting to use that one so much! )

( That's the problem with Hadriel. Things happen too quickly to stop. One day, there's silence and too few people for a city this size, and the next you're waking up to another person's memories and having to skate around everyone as you try to avoid sharing your own.

Or being collided into because something got loose. With no warning, the city disappears and is replaced by the sterile surroundings of a tattoo parlour, the memory so familiar in scent and sound until the chattering in a language she only recognises from overhearing conversations on city streets or leaving the news on the TV in the clinic, foreign and somehow understandable if only because Newt knows it. They talk about whatever those monsters she's tracing onto his skin are and it's a long, long session — longer than any of her own, but not her brother's. She sat through those things, watching the intricate shapes spread across his arms and down his side, peeking over the collar of his shirt once they were done.

She blinks herself back to reality with a far greater feeling of ease than she has with most of the other memories she's been "treated" to, as though simply pulling herself out of her thoughts, only a few questions on her mind.

But first— ) What?

( She rolls over and pushes herself up, dusting dirt off her ass and grimacing at the ache of being collided into as reality registers again. Snake-thing...? )

Mm, saw somethin' dart past. Didn't see what it were.

( Hm. ) Want a hand?

If he sinks into her memories, it's only fair that Hadriel allows her the same, uh... Perhaps pleasure isn't the correct term. It's later in that night, a few more drinks deep, and Kate's getting unsteady in her seat when she brushes against Ianchus and finds herself in the midst of sibling bickering. A sight she should know all too well, but for the undercurrent of something more — the disgust which feels like more than ew, don't want to think about my brother doing that, judgments on bad decisions that Kate would normally have spurred Marc into enjoying.

She knows the life of siblings arguing, knows the need to guard and worry over a younger sibling, but never quite like this.

The memory jumps from one age to the next. From one argument to the next, to conversations about reputation and responsibility, and Ianchus' voice remains relaxed and flippant, light against his brother's dark, smiling away as she returns to the present.

"Your brother always that wound up?" She blurts it out without thinking as the Speakeasy comes back into focus, finishing off the last of her drink as she does.

「Oh, she saw something too? He lets out a little tired chuckle as he rubs his eyes and the bridge of his nose.」

I was an embarrassment. 「He was spoiled and naive, not that much of that had changed.」

But he did... He always looked after me, even when he wasn't there.

「He's not even going to play coy at that, his father gave his life for him and he's not about to deny it, though he probably will never feel he did enough to make him proud.

Atem, then, allows the silence to surround them for a moment, it was way too much to take in in so little time. He has a million questions and things to tell to Sharon, but maybe they can wait. He sinks in his seat a little further and drinks his fair share from the bottle.」

Your grandmother will see the victory that you could not. [ Or so she believes. ] Glory and honor will return to House Tyrell.

[ And to all of her allies and supporters. She'll see to it. ]

I will not allow her to die without first paying for it.

[ For all of it. For the sins of her family, too. ]

"If it is possible to fly in your world, then that is a marvel in itself." To fly without the aid of dragons would be incredible. It doesn't surprise her, considering all she's heard of other worlds, but it makes her a little envious all the same. "And you've done these things? Ridden a..."

Parachuted? Another foreign word that she quietly hopes Sonya will explain.

"All right." The conversation is interesting enough, and she's happy to talk about Drogon and the others to soothe her loneliness. "What has your experience been, working in the Guard?"

See? You got this.

[And she totally didn't die. Nope. It's all good. That was just uh... the pain of being dragged to Hadriel. Yeah. That's it.]

Even if they don't make deals they wanted the damn thing too.

Man, I didn't think everyone here was that big of an idiot. But I should have known. People are always the same.

It's a little strange, the way their dance has shifted. Back in the Underground, it had moved a lot- from being more equals when they met, to Alphys the Royal Scientist, to Mettaton the star-- they kept surpassing each other, landing on the wrong platforms to see eye to eye. And now here, the circumstances have changed so much, in ways that should have been impossible. She somehow got her feet under her- his, swept. And just maybe they've made it to some kind of common ground.

Except it still feels like she doesn't know where she is, or where she's going with him. It doesn't feel the same.

Alphys takes a careful few moments getting to the table, cutting the omelet carefully and taking a bite while she listens to him. It's good. When did he learn to cook like this?

She swallows, suddenly realizing it's her job to lead this waltz. She feels like she's doing it backwards. "I, uh, really? What was w-weird about it? I mean, uh, this place probably doesn't compare to what you had before." Ooh, why did she say that, shit. "I mean, uh, I hope it wasn't too stressful. With everything. And here."

Edited (i dont know things about egg products) 2018-12-06 04:46 (UTC)

Oh-- oh! Right!

[It's occurring to her that she was told that for the first time during that event where she was young, and her memories from that are incredibly fuzzy. How could she not have put that together? Like, queers gravitate to each other. Whoops.]

Sorry, I, uh-- that must be r-really nice. To be with someone you love like that.

[She misses Undyne even more now. The time they spent together was the best-- but the chances of seeing her again are so slim.]

It's kind of romantic, right? Like you two against the world??

Right? That might be a good thing, actually. Least you won't get hungry.

[ Ruby's stomach starts to growl as they're talking about food. ]

Hahaha, woops. Guess I need to eat soon. It's really easy to forget about these things. Too much is going on at once.

That's... a lot. And it's missing quite a bit of crucial information, but honestly, none of that is really Adam's business. He shouldn't even have pried this much, but after seeing that - well, he had to ask. He needed to know enough to make sense of it.

He doesn't think that he really does, now, but it's better than the absolutely nothing he knew before.

"Seems like they really didn't want to be trained." Adam's voice is dry, it's almost a joke - almost. "I'm glad you got them out, at least. No one should be forced to do something like that."

[Ivar's become quick to avoid people now that he knows what can occur. There is much in his past that he'd prefer people not to know, secrets that are supposed to be his alone. When the girl accidentally brushes up against him, he knows what's going to happen.

He quickly grabs her shoulder in a painful grip when it appears the memory is over, icy blue eyes with a piercing gaze as they search her own.]

What did you see?

[He demands to know. This isn't the type of man one should probably lie to, judging from his demeanor. Ivar's unstable at the best of times and the gaze in his eyes isn't entirely sane.]

He tries to explain how he sees things from his point of view. "Everyone always has the chance to be good. To overcome their nature. But people like that choose not to and then innocent people get hurt. And me, I'm always too late. Too late to save the victims. All that's left at that point is to balance things out. Sometimes, that feels like making sure they're left in as much pain as they've left others in."

He sighs. It's rare he knows his meals as well as he's come to know the people here. Keeping it impersonal kept him from feeling terrible about things. "I don't know," he tells her, his inability to lie forcing him to stay honest.

[Leo doesn't seem to move or even blink much as he stands there in silence, listening to Harlan's confession. He tortured a girl and stood by while what sounds like his boyfriend or something tortured her some more before killing her. The inaction of the second part is almost worse than the first.

The fury inside of him doesn't really register in body language, just in that ice-cold look in his eyes. He's in a keyed-up state now and his truth powers are ramped up as high as they can go as he asks a question. Not that it will have much effect on Harlan. He's always been fairly honest anyway.]

Do you regret what you did?

[That's the million dollar question right there. If Harlan so much as hesitates, Leo's going to have a hard time keeping from trying to kill him. He can't let someone like this go unpunished.]

One of Leo's eyebrows lifts up. "What can I say? I was raised on the streets and have no social decorum at all." Not a lie there. He'd been practically homeless for most of his teenage years before the Flynns took him and Ilsa in. Not a lot of time to figure out how to interact with people while he was still figuring his own powers out.

The thing about people telling him the truth all the time is that lies tend to sound just a little bit differently to Leo. He's staring intently at Taako like he's trying to figure out if he's bullshitting him right now. "Just seemed like something specific to be bringing up again." Though he would have though if Taako saw one of his many kills he might be a bit more off-balance.

"It's what Vikings do for people we might never see again. My father gave me his when he knew he was going to see me for the last time." He holds up his left wrist where the two arm rings rest, one much more tarnished than the other. So it was a big deal for Ivar to have forged the boy his own.

Ivar immediately knew of which memory she spoke. It was a bittersweet one, for while that was the moment he finally started to believe and come into his own, he had also known that he would never see his father again. He'd barely been able to keep it together, not wanting Ragnar to see him cry.

Even now, two years later, the memory still pained Ivar to think of. "I never forgot what he told me. Especially the last part. He told me to be ruthless and so I have been." Maybe it hadn't been the best message to imprint upon his son, but Ivar had taken it to heart. It had allowed him to accomplish all that he had, going from the cripple no one took seriously to the king of Kattegat.

The way Lyanna paused during their sparring match when they had been grappling made Ivar watch he closely. She was lost, somewhere far away for a few second before she came back. Before he could even ask her anything, she was already directing a question his way.

"You saw something?" He asked. It appeared she had and he could think of several memories involving his chariot. Many of them were good ones, like the first time he'd rode in it, or the many battles that it had served him in. At least none of them involved him being vulnerable or showing too much emotion, things Ivar always was striving to keep hidden.

"Yes." He seems to come back to himself, with a little laugh at the memory, rubbing his flushed cheek with one hand. "Yes, I apologize. Ah. I seem to have...ah, how do you say it? Spaced out? What were we talking about?"

Ianchus has never been one who much cares to lie, so he's not exactly subtle.

"Your brothers are good souls too. I'm sorry they fell on such hard times." which includes Maglor, of course, but she needn't rub that in, "Robb fought until the end. He was killed unjustly in the house of one who should have been our ally."

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