Event Log: Memories Past

[hadrielmods]

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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► 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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Jo Harvelle | OTA

[knifecollecting]

[Jo doesn't take time to rest often and that isn't happening right now either.

Her search through the stores keeps her focused on the shelves. She might not notice how close someone gets.

Even when she's just walking, she seems slightly more distracted than usual. Recent events have her thinking hard enough that she might just run into someone without thinking.

Who knows where she might end up?

Or what she happens to be thinking about?

OOC: Take your pick or suggest your own, come at me! I'll type up the memory as a response.]

Drinking at Bobby's

[unphase]

[Jo is there and a woman she doesn't know are there. they're both drinking and seeming to have a good time.

she's tried to get their attention a couple of times, but it didn't work. so she's stuck watching.

there seems to be real affection between Jo and the woman. it makes sense, though, when Jo calls her mom. for a moment, a flare of jealousy streaks through her. if anyone saw a conversation between Tinya and her mom, it wouldn't be anywhere near as happy.

but that's not fair of her, is it? to be jealous that someone else's relationship with their mother is a happy one. so she waits and watches]

Re: Drinking at Bobby's

[knifecollecting]

[It had been Jo and Ellen against the world for a long time, and now it was them against the Apocalypse.

Someone behind Tinya makes a joke and there's a wave of laughter. Jo toasts with her bottle of beer, ignoring a spike of anxiety in her stomach.

A dark-haired man in a trenchcoat approaches the table and the shot glasses come out. There's another moment of happiness and-

That's when the memory ends.]

...Tinya? Are you okay?

[unphase]

[no, she's not okay.

if Jo touches Tinya, she'll see a remembrance of her own.

Tinya in her Legion costume, having an argument with a woman who can only be Tinya's mother, given the similarity in looks, both having the same black hair and blue eyes, only the older woman's gaze is stony and ice cold.

Tinya tries again. for the thousandth time. "Mother, can't you be proud of me for once?"

the older woman snaps out "Proud for what? That you and your little friends destroyed a moondome?"

she continues "You went off with this 'Legion' to embarrass me, admit it!"

Tinya tries to defend herself. she tries. "No, I--"

her mother doesn't let Tinya finish her sentence. "Admit it! You're no daughter of mine! Not anymore!"

Tinya turns away from the screen, tears running down her cheeks. "Fine!"

although it wasn't fine. there was nothing fine about any of this]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo knew that her relationship with her mother wasn't always the best and that there were those who had it much worse, but seeing it was always saddening.

Moondomes though, that was kind of sad. Hopefully, no one died.

She waits for the present to return and gives Tinya a worried look.]

[unphase]

[by some miracle, no one had died. it was a close thing, though, since none of the Legionnaires had access to breathing equipment.

as the memory fades and she comes back to herself, she sees the worried look on Jo's face and bows her head slightly]

...do I wanna ask what you saw?

[toiletseat_girl]

[this is the last possible thing George would have wanted to see.
Jo, who George loves like a sister, in Fear's temple, fighting the Null. and she knows, she knows that the Null will win and Jo will die. her fingernails bite into the palms of her hands because all she can do is stand there and watch. she can't change the past, much as she'd want to]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo is, honestly, terrified. She knows what's going to happen. There are far too many Null around her and they're getting closer than she wants.

She isn't afraid of dying, she's done that before, and she is pretty sure she'll be back, but...

There's no one around. She knows she's alone and who knows-

Her pistol clicks empty and a Null gets close enough to shove the useless gun aside, looming over Jo. She tries to run, dodging around the metal monster. It reacts too quickly, catching Jo in the side with razor-sharp blades.

She goes down in an instant, falling hard on her knees before falling back. Her hands instinctively seek the wound, but the blood is already steadily going. Dean's not here to carry her away, no one's here, and this wound feels the same and different all at once.

She takes a breath and closes her eyes.]

(cw: misogynistic slur)

[toiletseat_girl]

[the memory Jo gets in response is far more mundane.

it's of a six year old girl in a red one piece swimming suit, blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, standing at the edge of the deep end. she doesn't know how to swim, but that's why her mom dragged her here. almost literally. for swimming lessons.

there's a cluster of other little six year old girls standing off to the side, giggling. George can't remember their names after all this time, but she thinks that at least one of them was a "Madison." they keep looking at George and giggling. clearly, these are the in crowd.

and clearly George is not in the in crowd.

hence the standing by the side of the pool like a loser.

one of the girls breaks away from the crowd. Beth-Ann, she thinks the girl's name was. Beth-Ann was as big of a dweeb as George was, what was she doing with that cluster of bitches?

Beth-Ann smiles sweetly and says "Hi, George."

right before pushing George into the deep end of the pool.

she can't swim, so she sinks like a stone. she's trying to hold her breath, but it's hard. she hears laughter from the surface of the pool.

that's when she sees them.

one of them makes a move to start swimming towards George, but the other one grabs its arm and shakes its head, warning it off. George stares at them, meeting their eyes, still holding her breath as her lungs burn for air.

that's when the lifeguards plunge into the pool, forcing George's attention away from the creatures for a moment. when she looks back, they're gone.

the lifeguards haul George up to the surface of the pool and the memory ends]

Re: (cw: misogynistic slur)

[knifecollecting]

[Jo doesn't know the kids, but she understands being bullied. It didn't happen much (she tended to throw punches) but she remembers how it felt before the anger.

George is pushed in and Jo holds her breath, wishing she could stop it, but she can't. She's been through this enough this week to know. But she also knows George survives. She jumps in, forcing her eyes open under the water to watch. When the creatures appear, Jo blinks, trying to get a better focus. She doesn't recognize them, but the world is different. She doesn't know the creatures in George's world.

The memory ends and Jo takes a breath she didn't realize she had still been holding.]

...Hey, George?

[toiletseat_girl]

[as George got older and more cynical, she tended to cut the bullies down with words.

this would be George's first encounter with the creatures. there were others, but this was the first time she saw them]

...uh. Yeah?

Stores

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt has more than enough soup back at his house. He'd be set for months at this rate. Yet the prepper side of him is encouraging him back to the stores for even more. But at least he's fought down the need for more soup and is instead picking up cans of vegetables and looking at them, not thoroughly convinced these are actually vegetables and not some weird bug meat.

He's so distracted he backs up, right into someone else brushing against her arm and freezing at the sudden onslaught of memories and emotions.]

((OOC: Sewer and ghost me!))

Re: Stores

[knifecollecting]

[It was dark. Jo's eyes had adjusted, but mostly because she kept closing them to steady herself. Her hands are shaking and she hopes it's too dark for Dean and Sam to notice.

The vault around her smells like stormwater, a small relief as she breathes faster than she needs to. Serving as bait for the ghost might have been her idea, originally, but that was before they figured out it was fucking HH Holmes and he'd already gotten her once.

She can't figure out if she hears the ghost first, or feels his greedy eyes on her, but she's suddenly aware of America's first serial killer behind her.

One step echoes through the chamber then another, and she feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest.

"Now!" Dean yells. She doesn't comprehend the word but she knows what it means in the bottom of her stomach and reacts. She scrambles forward as they fire over her head, desperate to get over the salt line before Holmes grabs her.]

cw: animal cruelty

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt recoils, reacting to being lunged at even though he distantly realizes this isn't happening in reality. He's inadvertently been thrust into lots of other people's memories against his will, but this one is probably the most terrifying. Adam's magical ritual had been bad, but he hadn't understood what he was seeing.

With this he has what looks like a corpse chasing Jo and gunshots and everything is chaotic and terrifying. He is not a fan.

Unfortunately he was thinking about something in his past as well so Jo also gets treated to something a little corpsey--

Pratt is kneeling in a grassy pen, a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire surrounding him, an odd ethereal howling sound coming from behind him.

"Yes yes. I know. I'm doing it." Pratt half smiles, shaking his head as he turns off the faucet in front of him, picking up two metal dog bowls and turning to the cages behind him. "I'll get you guys some grub too. How about that?"

Pratt puts his foot out to keep the penned wolves in their cage so he can open the door and set down the water dishes. They eagerly jump all over him as soon as he gets inside, far larger than any wolf should be. They're all white, or they were at one time, coated in blood and with a red cross over their faces. But the most alarming thing about them is the gaping wounds around their ribcages. They don't seem to notice or be in pain as they leap around all eager to rub on Pratt.

Somewhere behind him there's a loudspeaker playing a constant loop of Jacob's mantra: Cull the herd. Sacrifice the weak. But Pratt doesn't seem to be listening, sitting down on the grass to let the wolves crawl over him and gnaw at his clothes.

"Okay okay. Yes you're all good Judges." He laughs, reaching out to stroke their ears. "Be good while I get you lunch."---

But back in the present Pratt is shaking his head trying to clear it. He doesn't like this event very much. ]

What the... Holy shit. What was that?

Re: cw: animal cruelty

[knifecollecting]

[She doesn't know what Pratt saw, but she, at least, didn't see anything he might not want. She's pretty certain of that.

He asks what's going on and she looks away, sighing softly.]

The gods must be doing something again. [It feels like the dream event, but different.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

They can make us see things?

Wait are they real things? Is that a real thing that happened? You being chased by a ghost?

[Please say no. Please say no.]

sewers!!! cw gore, suicidal thoughts, death

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan is not a fan of this event, but then, he could say that about most events. He has yet to meet an event he actually likes, or even finds tolerable. The last thing he wants or needs right now is people poking around in his brain, especially without him being able to tell what they're seeing. It's a shit setup. It's not fair.

On the plus side, sharing memories requires skin-on-skin contact. He's very good at avoiding unwanted skin-on-skin contact. He's pretty sure he'll be able to make it through the event without too many, if any, slip ups, especially with magic on his side.

He could just walk down to the shops to get shit for dinner, but walking runs the risk of dealing with people, so he opts for teleporting instead...

...And teleports directly into Jo. He has a split second to register that he's just mowed someone down on accident, and then the memories start.

Jo will get a glimpse into Harlan's memory of dying during the Null invasion, the pain of the laser cutter ripping through him echoing throughout the memory, even before it happens. He still has the scars too, thanks to Hope not being at full power when he was revived. They're faint, and mostly covered by his shirt and his beard, but a white line runs from just under his ear down to his collarbone.]

oh harlan ;;

[knifecollecting]

[Jo falls right on her ass, and then she's in a temple and the scene just plays out.

Harlan gets a panicked remembrance of the first time she served as bait for the Winchesters.

When she's back to the present, her eyes immediately seek Harlan's jaw, his ear, and- there it is.

Her own scars are always hidden, she's never let anyone see them since the battle. She might not ever let someone see them.]

[ghostlocked]

[He can't shake the feeling of being wet and grimy when he comes back to himself. What the hell was that? Jo had mentioned something about monsters at home... This is probably what she meant. Nasty shit. It's nothing terribly out of the ordinary for him—in fact, that may as well have been a memory of Counterspell out on a job—but Jo doesn't use magic. She and those guys she was with, they only have guns and... was that salt? Not ideal weaponry, is his point. That's scary.]

Shit, are you okay? I'm sorry.

[He's had shit luck with his magic lately. Amazing timing, as always. He covers his hand with his sleeve to protect against more accidental sharing, and then reaches to help her up. He'll address the whole "I saw your memory" thing in a minute...]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo glances down at his hand before she takes his help getting off the ground.

They might not have magic, but they make it work. Ghosts are pretty easy.]

Yeah, you didn't break anything.

[ghostlocked]

Good.

[Someone should really invent a way to check for a clear landing zone before teleporting. This is far from the first time he's teleported into something—or in this case, someone—in the spot he was trying to teleport to.

Or, you know, he could just fucking walk to places like a normal person.]

I, uh, I saw a memory of you in a sewer? There was a ghost.

[He's still processing.]

sewers please! (cw: extreme violence)

[braveoff]

[ Drake is just exiting a shop as Jo goes in, his attention a little divided as his phone chimes and he doesn't even notice her in the doorway. It's a gentle bump, but his hand brushes hers and then... Hadriel fades away.

--

Drake comes home in the evening, kicking the door closed behind himself and dropping a bookbag unceremoniously in the foyer so he can hang up his coat. He’s tired and hungry and wants to just grab dinner and go collapse, but has to say hi to Ma first. The tv is droning on in the living room but a quick glance only reveals a middle aged man in a recliner, so Drake moves down the hall to the kitchen. As he gets farther from the tv, he can hear… something. Crying.

His mother is at the table, with a towel full of ice pressed to her face, sobbing into it. She doesn’t seem to hear Drake, but he rushes over and kneels in front of her.

“Ma?! Ma! What happened?”

“Oh, Drake…” She lowers the towel, and it’s bloody. Her eye is already swollen shut, blood smeared on her cheek and lips.

From the living room, the man is calling out. “Hey! Kid, if you’re in there, grab me another beer!”

Something in Drake’s expression must scare his mother because she starts shaking his head as he stands up. “No… no, Drake, don’t--”

But he’s off, seeing red as he storms into the living room. The man in the recliner glances up, then scoffs at him.

“No beer? Shit, you’re both useless.”

“Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up, you miserable fuck.”

“Drake, don’t…” Ma is pulling on his arm and Drake just gently pulls free, stepping closer.

“Get up, Frank.”

“Whaddaya gonna do if I don’t?”

“Try me.”

“Nothin’ kid. You’re never gonna do nothin’ and you’re never gonna be nothin’. Just like your Ma. At least one of you could get me a--”

He doesn’t get to finish because Drake’s already moving forward, ignoring the awkward low angle to punch Frank sharply in the face. Straight in the nose, just once. Ma keeps begging from the background.

“I said try me! Huh?”

Groaning in pain with one hand clutched over his now-bleeding nose, Frank does get up. But when he drops his hand it’s not to make a fist. It’s to pull out a switchblade. “Walk away, Drake.”

“No. You’re done, asshole.” He lunges forward and Frank raises the blade, going straight for the kill, right in Drake’s eye. Ma screeches bloody murder as Drake dodges a second too late, the knife cutting deep into his temple instead, the origin of the scar he still bears. He lets out a sound like a snarl and the fight begins in earnest.

Ma keeps screaming.

It isn’t until Frank is a motionless lump on the floor and Drake is still wailing on him, 19 years of restraint and abuse from several men boiling over on the one in front of him, that Ma rushes forward and grabs his arm to stop him.

Drake falls backwards and goes very still, as if in shock, and stares at his bloody fist. Reaches up to touch his head and that hand comes away covered in blood too. From the cut and the few hits Frank got in, one of which split his lip. Ma starts crying again, the sobs hysterical and incoherent as she clutches at her son, and Drake stares at the body. He’s still breathing, Drake can tell because of the blood bubbling out of his mouth.

Shaking now, he shifts and digs into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone and calling 911.

When the cops and ambulance come, he’s extricated himself from his mother and is sitting out front, still covered in blood, smoking. He points the EMTs inside to Frank, and flicks the butt into the street, holding out his wrists to be cuffed.

As they lead him to the car, he hears his mother screaming again. “Don’t take him! Don’t take my son! You can’t take my son!!!”

Except they have to. The memory fades on a siren.

--

And he's trapped in Jo's mind, too... ]

Re: sewers please! (cw: extreme violence)

[knifecollecting]

[Jo barely recognizes the teen and, thankfully, the name confirms it. She follows Drake into the living room and tries to stop the punch. She knows- well, she thinks she knows, how Drake feels.

And then she tries to stop Frank and can't.

She hates just watching but that's all she seems to be able to do. Drake might be feeling the same, though Jo wouldn't know for a few seconds.]

[braveoff]

[ Shit. Shit shit shit -- at least it's Jo, Drake tells himself when he snaps out of it. He's been in her head before, so to speak, and she... well. She knows, but that doesn't mean that there aren't things he wouldn't want her to see. It's just a little safer with her.

The sewers are creepy, the ghost even moreso, but he's seen glimpses of things like this in her memory before. It's familiar, just a much longer flash, and when it's over Drake stumbles slightly. Finds his balance and glances up at Jo.

She looks almost angry when she comes out of it. Drake's brow furrows. ]

You saw something...

[knifecollecting]

[She is angry. She's always wanted to protect, to help...

Jo does turn her attention back to Drake when he asks her a question, jamming her hands in her pockets.]

You took out an asshole. Someone hit your mom.