hadriel_logs | 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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[and Wash will see a beautiful, lush garden, Margaery walking alongside of and arm in arm with an elderly lady who Margaery may have mentioned to him before. both women are in mourning black gowns and Margaery is feeling a sense of frustration at her situation, being left behind in King's Landing at the mercy of Cersei Lannister.

"I can't believe you're going. Leaving me behind with these people," Margaery says, a spike of frustration running through her.

the woman replies "The time has come, my dear. There's nothing more tedious than a trial. Except perhaps these gardens. If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through these gardens, I'll fling myself from a cliff."

Margaery laughs, despite her frustration. she knew she could always count on her grandmother to make a terrible situation seem a little better.

the two women come to a pavilion each woman taking a seat across from one another.

"Have they even agreed to the match? No one tells me anything," Margaery says, her irritation plain in her voice. she was a bride and a queen for a day, but she wants more. she wants the match with Tommen desperately, not because she's particularly enamored with the boy but because he comes with the throne she's been striving for.

"I wasn't originally going to marry your grandfather, Luthor, you know. He was engaged to my sister. I was to be given to some Targaryen or another. Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage back then, but as soon as I saw my intended with his ridiculous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do. So, the evening before Luthor was to announce his engagement to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson. How absent minded of me!

The following morning, Luthor couldn't make it downstairs to propose to my sister because the boy couldn't bloody walk. And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I'd given him the night before,"

the elderly woman looks entirely pleased with herself and Margaery laughs warmly at the story. she'd known her grandmother wasn't originally to marry her grandfather, but this is the first time she's heard how her grandmother managed to rid herself of her Targaryen fiancé and wed herself to Luthor Tyrell.

the woman smiles a little smugly and continues, "I was good. I was very good," and she reaches over to clasp Margaery's hand. "You, my dear, are even better. But you need to act quickly. Cersei may be vicious, but she's not stupid. She'll turn the boy against you as soon as she can and by the time you're married, it will be too late," a spike of anxiety goes through Margaery at her grandmother's words about Cersei, confirming her worst fears. at the look on Margaery's face, her grandmother reaches up to stroke back her hair gently, soothing Margaery's nerves to a degree.

"Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is a bit busy at the moment, mourning her dear, departed boy, accusing her brother of his murder, which of course he didn't commit."

The certainty in her grandmother's voice is more than a little surprising and confusing. Everyone knew that there was no love between Tyrion Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon and Tyrion had both the motive and opportunity to poison his nephew. Margaery frowned a little and replies, "Well, he could have done."

To which, her grandmother simply replies, "But he didn't," and Margaery frowns again, wondering at her grandmother's certainty.

her grandmother looks directly into Margaery's eyes and says calmly, "But I do know. You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?"

Margaery feels as though the ground is rolling beneath her, leaving nothing stable or certain anymore. Is her grandmother truly saying what Margaery thinks she's saying? she finds herself stammering "But I don't--I don't understand."

her grandmother waves off Margaery's concerns and says soothingly "Shh. You needn't worry about all that," and her grandmother smiles at her, adjusting her necklace for some strange reason, "You just do what needs to be done."

and the memory fades]

[ The politics of this are a bit much for Wash to follow. He's never been much of a manipulator; though he's capable of keeping his intentions quiet, plotting to his own end, he's not a great actor. He doesn't think he could ever scheme and play people like this, and all he has to compare it to is Felix but he doesn't want to relate Margaery and her grandmother to someone like that. Someone gleefully malicious. Deception doesn't always have to hurt people, right? Have to harm them?

It sounds like the grandfather was just fine, and Wash can guess what the guy was into. Grandma's got sass.

Except then the scene takes a turn he doesn't like, he isn't comfortable with, and he can feel Margaery's uncertainty in the memory as well. His-- her? Their eyes linger on the necklace as his friend is once again reminded of her duty, and then Wash is back with her, their fingers overlapping on the sketches he was passing her.

Oh god, what did she see...? He hadn't known Margaery the last time something like this happened, and his head can be a horrific place. ]

Margaery? Are you okay?

I'm--I'm fine. I think? Are you well?

[she sounds concerned]

[ In the face of Margaery's worry, Wash tries harder to brush it off. It's impossible for him to not seem at least a little distressed, but he can downplay it at least. Make it so he doesn't seem completely nuts about protecting himself from friends in his head, because that doesn't sound sane. It's protecting them just as much, though, and he still doesn't know what she saw. ]

I don't like people in my head, but it's-- I'll be fine. It was just you talking to your grandmother.

[and she's not about to breathe a word of it unless he gives any indication that it would be acceptable. thus far, he hasn't.

but his words bring a smile to her lips]

--oh! You got to meet grandmother! Or as close as you can come to it without the woman herself arriving here, which I hope for earnestly every month. What did you think?

Event Log: Memories Past

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