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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It's hard to hear. That's a terrible thing to happen to anyone - being betrayed like that by someone who's supposed to love you. Supposed to protect you.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

Adam's voice is quiet but steady, and there's no hint of pity in it. He always, always hated it when people pitied him for the things that happened to him. It might not be the same for her, but he offers her the respect he always wanted.

He also thinks she probably doesn't need to hear that it wasn't her fault, but that's one thing he still has to tell himself often, and so he says it.

"It wasn't your fault. You did what you had to. To get through it at all - you're really strong."

More booze appears in front of her, condensation cool against her skin as she wraps her hand around the glass and has the not what I meant stolen out from under her by continuing conversation. She sips the foam from her beer and pulls in a breath.

This week is just going to be a whole series of uncomfortable conversations, isn't it? But her voice is steady, cool and certain. She wants to know what he saw as much as he wants hers, the need is almost compulsive. Anything in her life is fair game to a touch and the very idea of it is like nails dragging down her gut, uncomfortable and needing to be confronted.

"Your parents dying." Three simple words. "You?"

[and in contrast to Harlan's happy memory, he gets this. George before she died. When she hated everyone and everything, including herself. maybe even especially herself.

she knows she didn't give a shit. not like now. now, she gives a shit about people and places and things. and people give a shit about her, or at least they seem to. maybe seeming like it's enough?

she doesn't know. all she does know is that if she goes back to her world, she might go back into old habits and she doesn't want to]

"Seems to be. I'm going to go hide in my house until this all wears off." Partially because he feels dirty seeing other people's memories, but mostly for the selfish reason of not having people find out anything more about him.

"We're going to see some real shady blackmail posts on the network soon." Not from him, he wouldn't do that, but he could see some people using what they've seen against him. Though he wouldn't ever deny it, he doesn't want people to know.

"They were." Maglor sighs softly. "Thank you, Sansa. Your poor brother... he is here, is he not? I should speak to him, probably."

"Yes." He murmurs, holding her close. "It might have been terrible, but it was your home, and you were loved. I only wish I could have kept you safe."

Weeeeeeeeelll... XD

"At home, maybe! But I do not know the Songs of this world so well. All any of us can do is try, however."

He hums thoughtfully. "Margaery might know. Water... is harder. It will need to be truly cold to freeze groundwater. Mulch would help there. We can store some now, of course, but enough for a whole city? What we need is a well, but I am reluctant to dig one when we don't know where it will end up, with the move."

Drake smiles back, glad it worked this time -- and Ephemera's not wrong, even if there's a lot of pressure on him sometimes because of it. He nods a little.

"She thinks I hung the moon, you know? No matter how bad I was, even after Frank. I'm gonna be her baby forever. Ma was the first one who ever had my back, but it's in a way that sort of backfires sometimes. I've gotta be there for everything. If I don't pick up the phone or make it to her to fix something, she panics, because I'm not perfect and I can't be everywhere. So it's not the same as you, but... you've got something vaguely in common already. Despite everything."

And part of Drake thinks they could fit. Ephemera might just like his mother in person too, for all her overbearing fussing. He's never had someone like that, and it might make up for whatever rudeness there is to get past, whatever shit Ma would give them. Besides, Ephemera's determined. That's key.

"You'd wanna make it work," he says softly, thoughtfully. "In my experience that means it probably could."

The precipice of an apocalypse, huh? [she chuckles as well] It doesn't exactly sound promising, but it does sound interesting.

Indeed it can, everyone knows of the Field of Fire where Aegon the Conqueror slew the last of the Gardiner kings of the Reach by leading him into an open field and loosing dragonfire upon him. It burned the crops for miles around and many went hungry that year. [wryly] As the Tyrells were granted the Gardiner lands, our first year as stewards of the land went rather poorly.

But I fear that Daenerys' dragons may well end up being the best strategy. Coming into close quarters with these creatures is. . . ill advised.

[she looks grateful] Thank you.

Yes, you may. [her expression goes from shocked to a barely restrained eagerness] You do? And he was here? Is he well? How goes his reign? Did he mention me at all?

But--seriously, how? They've got all these crazy powers to fuck with our heads, I can't imagine it's gonna be easy to get 'em to all of anything they don't wanna do. [she's eager, but incredulous. they're talking about going up against the fucking gods and winning. she's trying to come up with scenarios where this won't end up a clusterfuck and failing. she'd like to believe it's all possible, but right now it feels like Sharon just offered her the moon and she doesn't know what to do with it]

[she blushes] That's really sweet of you to say, thank you! [and she tries hard to be there and support her friends and she considers him a friend] They are really annoying. I hate having my mind messed with so that they can have an afternoon snack. It would be much nicer if they left us alone. [and she giggles] Yeah, it would! Dancing's a great way to have a little fun, meet new people, and just--dance. I haven't been dancing in I don't know how long.

And glad I am to hear it. Our House has grown from nothing into greatness. We may not have the lineage of Houses like Stark, but we've achieved much as Wardens of the South and stewards of the Reach.

[she believes that Daenerys will see it through]

So many crimes for her to pay for, how will she ever manage to do so?

[preferably by being fed to a dragon]

Yeah, I guess I do.

...is it okay if I give you a hug?

[that's what she keeps trying to tell herself!]

[and she draws her dagger and brings it to his throat. the edge of the blade is ice cold and is visibly radiating frost and chill. her own eyes are dark and intense. his grip is hardly the most painful thing she's ever experienced and she shows no visible reaction to any kind of pain]

Unhand me and I'll tell you.

[he's hardly the most frightening thing she's ever encountered in her sixteen years]

[ Maglor grimaces, almost a flinch - he will never be easy with dragons ]

Wights could be held by Song. [ He remembers ] Elros and Elrond were particularly good at loosing the ties that bound the spirit unwilling, although they did rather have an advantage, there.

[Listen, he doesn't put that sort of tender shit on display, ok? Let him be an emotionally repressed asshole in peace.]

I mean, we're the fuckin' best, natch. You wanna make the hot couple argument I came out way on top of Lup and Barold. Like, I got me a smokin' ten. Barry's great and all, but uhhhh I think it's obvious who waited and got the payoff on this one.

[He's just spouting nonsense too, stuff only tangentially related, realizing too late she might know about his face now and resolving not to say a damn word about that one.]

"I never tortured anyone who wasn't out of chances. The people I killed always had a chance to turn things around and they never took it." It was only when they were irredeemable that Leo would take their souls. "They can try to hurt me. Things always balance themselves out eventually," he say philosophically. He knows he's not a good person. A good monster, perhaps, but good by the standards of human beings.

"I won't be torturing anyone here if you're wondering." Hard to be that brutal with people that he's come to know. This is why it never paid to get friendly with his food. "But I will do my best to save people." She was right there. He was strong and powerful in ways besides being able to kill people.

[Rather than be shocked when he feels the cold metal at his throat, Ivar laughs, an unhinged sound that proves he's anything but sane. She just gained some respect in his eyes with that move. Women should always be able to hold their own against attackers.]

You have spirit. I like that.

[Then he lets her go.]

Confident isn't exactly the word she would use. Passionate would be more on point, but even that description would make her uncomfortable.

"Yeah, feelings." Fuck, now what? "Ah, well. Sorry you had to see. Whatever it was."

He chuckles, resting his chin on his palm, his other hand supporting under the elbow.

"That's true. Have you ideas, then?" Ianchus nods at the ceiling vaguely, inviting Carlisle. This is...rather pleasant, he thinks. It's rare they don't make conversation that isn't essentially a verbal fencing match, but he must say, it's nice.

Edited 2018-12-07 14:13 (UTC)

[Laura had been working at the perfume counter at Horne's Department Store for a while when she got the summons into the manager's office.

she was supposed to be there at 5:30. Laura was there at 5:15, waiting in Amory Battis' office, having a look around. there were your typical family photos, Battis with his wife and 2.5 kids and a Golden Retriever.

when Battis walked in, he took a quick look at Laura, one which made it clear that he liked what he saw. he kept going, though, so he could stand at the windows and look out at the sidewalk outside.

he says to her "Something tells me that you're in the market for a better job?"

Laura smiles and crosses her legs seductively, even if he's not looking at her at the moment. "Yes, that's true."

Battis continued to look out the window. "I believe we have the job for you."

Laura raised an eyebrow slightly and purses her lips. "And what would that be, Mr. Battis?" she tried to balance youth with seduction, something she'd been an expert at since she was thirteen.

"A hostess. . . with room to grow"

"A hostess," Laura queried. She knew fancy restaurants had hostesses, but there was no such thing in Twin Peaks.

"Can you dance, Miss Palmer," Battis asked, still avoiding her eyes by staring out of the window"

Laura gives his back a knowing smile and says "Amory, I can do a lot of things."

Battis finally turned to face her. "Then you can make a lot of money."

Laura smiled again and agreed to meet Mr. Battis at the department store late Saturday night and they would go up past the Canadian border to a place called One Eyed Jack's.

leaving the office, Laura decided that clean living wasn't the life for her. she stopped in the ladies room to take a hit of cocaine in the bathroom stall, then left it. only to see BOB, crouched in the corner, staring at her]

Edited 2018-12-07 14:55 (UTC)

I'm sure she's proud of you, wherever she is. You're quite a woman, your deeds speak for you.

[Tyki is glad that the conversation has moved to a positive note. He doesn't want to speak about the negative things right now, and he's glad that what Kettara saw wasn't dangerous or something that would reflect badly on him.]

I think I saw her too, actually. Your mother, I mean. It was just for a moment, there wasn't much in the way of details. But the woman with you had the same hair. [He can bring up a little more, without too much in the way of negativity. He hopes, at least.]

[and she understands why, but Daenerys' dragons at least seem to be different than the ones in his world]

Would two elves be able to stand against tens of thousands? For that is their number. More, perhaps. And every man they kill is risen again as a wight.

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