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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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Sure, sure you are! How old are you again?

[ Zack seems kind of young Hm. ]

I know...I should get a leash or make one. Hey! I've got an idea wanna hear it?

[Abigail shakes her head in denial of his words.]

I am a different person! I'm better, not the same girl anymore. I'm not defined by it anymore.

[She wants to believe that very much; she wants to believe that if her father shows up, she'd be able to say no to finding victims for him. She even wants it feel like she could say no to Hannibal and his 'hunting'. And she desperately wants to believe that she has a new life. ]

Leo told me it would. He showed my that my soul was tainted by my past. I could see the sin glowing red through my skin. He took that away. That stained part is gone now. He destroyed it.

[She remembers what Leo told her later. The idea of him eating any part of her is still creepy. It's better than the alternative though.]

It's gone. There's just me now.

Truly? [ Kettara stares at Tinya a moment, trying to imagine such a thing. ] Then you have seen many wonderful things.

It was not your doing. [ Kettara lifts her chin, giving him a smile. ] And you told me what you saw. I - thank you, for that.

[He barks a laugh as she settles in, obviously thinking nothing of it. The things he hasn't told Lup are few and far between- out of hundreds of years, it would only expose him to try and be dodgy about this. Besides, he's a lucky guy. He can totally do this.]

Uh, nope, putting you on blast here my dude. Legato Conservatory, the big ol' duet. This is your emotions in this biz, not mine.

[He chuckles, her contact to him resulting in a rather blasé memory of that same cycle of him and his cabal of students for the book he wrote. Taako's finding if he can concentrate on memories as they go, he can control what gets sent- another boon for not letting his mind run wild.]

It's like truth or dare up in here. Why can't we make all these dumb events into somethin' this easy? Talk about shit that was made for us.

Uh-huh. [yes, and that's all she's willing to give]

Laura Palmer. What's yours?

[THEY'RE AMAZING AND THEY MAKE THIS JADED TEENAGER BELIEVE IN LOVE, OKAY?]

Punk is way better than goth. Goth, you just sit around and you're depressed and you drink too much coffee. Punk? That's like rebelling with a purpose. Even if that purpose is to have a good time.

[she walks easily by Lup's side, smiling to herself] --oh? Hey, it's the least I can do. You guys are two of the best people I've ever met. If I can help, I wanna help.

[she leans in, voice lowered, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye and a rather wicked grin on her lips] Holy shit, you've got this--this whole thing figured out. I love it. Fucking love it. They won't know what hit 'em 'til it's too late. [she would high-five Sharon if it wouldn't cause another memory transference]

Alfred was shocked at the imagery that had flashed through his mind after a not particularly purposeful touch of Floki. He'd never particularly put together that the Viking might have known Athelstan, much less...

He stares at Floki and there's some sort of rage but also the urge to ask as many questions as he could about his father.

"You knew Athelstan?"

They're not necessarily fucked, it's just that they may be. [ She shrugs. ] Same as anywhere else.

[ Each and every world must have the potential for destruction. Maybe not on the scale that Solas intends, but... ]

It-...

[ She should tell her. Mariane will find out, and an event - by accident - would be worse.

...Still, the Inquisitor hesitates. This woman is young, and it's painful to imagine bringing more suffering onto her now, after so much else.

It will come later, but...they can cross that bridge when they come to it. ]

It's - er. [ What can she say to cover her tracks, then, if not the whole truth? ] ...We know about the Calling. About the initiation.

[ Cecily groans as soon as Sharon begins to spout the idea, pulling a face. ]

That's revolting. You take that back. [ Imagine. All of Thedas might've been there. The concept turns her stomach. ] One of my advisors would cling to the idea, too. I think it'd be best if we never spoke of it again, just in case.

[she grins in response] Have I! I've seen purple or green or pink skies, red sands, the rings around Saturn from Titan, one of its moons, gardens beyond describing. I've seen sentients of every shape, size, and color. It never stops amazing me. I wish my Omnicom was working so I could show you pictures.

Perhaps you could be. [ She exhales, surprised that she'd even dared to say it. ] If Hope can revive the dead here, then it may be done in another world, somehow.

[ She certainly isn't about to mess with blood magic again, but...there could be something else. If nothing else, Hadriel has taught her that there is more to magic than she ever could have imagined. ]

[ She staggers back, eyes wide, mouth agape in horror. That expression rises to stare hard at Jon, her expression clouded with a dozen emotions, and none of them nice. ]

What-... [ A memory, she has to assume, from what she knows of this - event. Of what the gods are currently inflicting on them. Still, what she'd seen... It had been like nothing she could imagine. Not the fighting and the death, but the creatures who rose from death into life, no longer themselves, but as monsters. Their clouded eyes and still-fresh wounds were tattooed within her eyes, but no image more so than the Walkers themselves, and their...king. The creature that seemed to lead them, who silently challenged Jon and the others.

She is...afraid. He breaths come, trembling, and nothing else matters in this moment. Not Jon's parentage or the Iron Throne, or - any of it. ]

W...What can be done? [ She asks, voice quavering. ] Is that all of their number, or might there be more?

[ More! It sickens her to even imagine a horde of them. ]

"Your governments were right. My ancestors fought from dragon-back, before they all died out."

The dragons, she means, but...the ancestors, too.

"We must be responsible for each other," Dany says, facing forward now, reflecting on their situation with a more somber air. "If we are all in this situation as one, then it is our duty to protect and to teach. To divide our numbers and to keep secrets is foolish."

If they aren't make sure that everyone is able to protect themselves from the near-constant threats of this world, then they'll all suffer for it.

"Sacrifices don't always die." He made it, at least, though that may not be saying much. He's been different ever since. Still, the bitterness is understandable. It's not so different than the way Adam thinks - he's never been the most optimistic soul around.

"You might find out eventually. They might come here. That happens sometimes - people show up when you never thought you'd see them again. Whatever the Door is, it seems to be able to take them from any time or place."

It's the closest to comfort he can offer. In Hadriel, weird shit happens all the time. It's not impossible that sometimes the weird shit might actually be good.

"Anyway, whether you managed to help or not, just making the choice means something. A lot of people wouldn't do that."

[she's silent for a while, thinking]

...then, you know what? I'm going with you. See if I can help unfuck things. Thanks to you, I know my way around a bow and I have loads of experience with demons. Who knows, I could actually do some good?

[and you're not talking her out of this decision]

"You think?"

Adam's not overly worried about that - he doesn't like the thought of people seeing his memories, and there are things that are upsetting and shameful in them, but he's not so afraid of them being shared that he's able to be blackmailed. And of course, he'd never do that.

Well - not to someone he didn't have a very good reason to do it to, anyway. And currently there's no one in the city who fits the bill.

"Hopefully it'll be more like mutually assured destruction. If one person starts spilling secrets, they can bet everyone will hear about theirs in return."

[any way she hears it will be worse. she's made Alistair almost everything, the two of them against the world. then the two of them shaking the pillars of Ferelden's power structure down to their foundations and emerging triumphant. king and queen of Ferelden. in her heart of hearts, she'd never imagined such a thing would be possible. but it was.

it was their triumph against all odds. woe betide any who tried to wrench it away from them. and may they beg for mercy for Mariane would grant them none.

best be sure there are no bladed weapons within Mariane's reach when she does find out]

...indeed? But such a thing is thirty years in the future. Alistair and I are young, that grants us plenty of time to find a way to have an heir. [and a slightly bitter smile] And it seems as though the initiation is the worst kept secret in Thedas.

Edited 2018-12-15 16:53 (UTC)

Maybe it's a little melancholy to reminisce about the departed, but Ephemera's so much like Lup that she doesn't think he minds it. Their absence may hurt and that pain never truly fades away, but remembering them can be comforting. Talking about them, honoring their memory with others? It's a good thing. And Lup will listen about his fallen friends for as long as he wants to talk.

"I bet I would've. If they gave you shit, I'd probs get along just fine with 'em." Lup nudges at his side affectionately, the smile never leaving her face. "She's def giving off some major hot vibes. I'm into it. What's sexier than a confident woman? I'd ditch you and her an' I would be besties instead."

...really? To think that I could be there, to see Cersei's reckoning, then go on to Earth to be with Matt? Nothing would bring me greater joy. It would be as though a tremendous weight was lifted from my shoulders for I know you will bring her to justice. But knowing it and seeing it are entirely different things. [she laughs a little] And to see the look on her face when she sees me staring back at her!

[she can't help smiling. she's trying, but she can't]

That depends on how you caught her. [She laughs, shaking her head. They were in good spirits that night, despite everything.]

I miss her a lot.

Yeah. [It's spoken a little softly, but Lup gets it. She so gets it. Her whole life has been through a lot of destruction, most of it by her own hands. She spent so many long years fighting for survival, working endlessly to hone her magical talents, to keep her brother safe. She burned everything in her path to achieve that, to make sure they made it to adulthood. She's never had the luxury of being soft, she had to keep hard and sharp so that Taako never had to.

And after a lifetime of only knowing that, playing the violin makes her feel completely different. She doesn't ham up her performance, doesn't bring her usual energy into it. She's quiet and composed and thoughtful when she plays, focusing solely on the music. It's a whole different feeling. But Lup likes how it feels to create, to bring something besides fire to life.

She gets what he means so much.]

I thought learning was gonna be pretty pointless, y'know, like how the fuck is playing violin gonna help us fight the reoccurring apocalypse. But... [She shifts a little on the counter and shrugs, bringing the coffee up to warm her hands.]

What do I know? Turns out I'm awesome at it. And it's kinda soothing. S'nice to like, make something pretty that doesn't send folks screaming.

Edited 2018-12-14 04:59 (UTC)

They usually last a week or so. [She was going to continue, but he asks a question and-]

What did you see? [There are a lot of ghosts in her life. Sorry, Pratt.]

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V this is so late i hope it's still okay!!!

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