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hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- agent carolina,
- akira kurusu,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- charles yvry,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- elena fisher,
- fingon,
- floki,
- george lass,
- geralt of rivia,
- gren,
- hanako nurumi,
- harlan halliday,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- isaac 'zack' foster,
- ivar ragnarsson,
- jason todd,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- kettara bloodthirst,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- lyanna stark,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- nagito komaeda,
- nick valentine,
- oscar,
- sally face (sal fisher),
- sansa stark,
- scott ryder,
- staci pratt,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- the disreputable dog,
- tinya wazzo,
- will graham,
- yusuke kitagawa
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!
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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[ Cashmere's been snooping around the clothing racks too, and hands Julie a pair of fuzzy, foldable ear muffs. the hand brush is unintentional, but they both get a look at something from the past. ]
b pls c:
[She's been trying to keep from touching other people, and this time it's entirely unintentional--
The border wall is massive, rising up like something unreal behind the movie-perfect beige houses and green lawns, large maple leaves painted every hundred feet as a stern reminder of just who built it.
"There it is," announces a man in the driver's seat, a stern, military soldier type. The truck rolls to a stop at the border gate, and he gets out, approaching the black scanning window with his hands held up. "Colonel John T. Grigio, US Army, requesting immigration," he calls out. The window emits a few beeps, the gun turrets atop the wall twitch, but nothing happens. Grigio repeats himself, but only gets silence in response.
"Hello!" he shouts. "I have a wife and kid with me. We came from New York by way of the north and middle territories and have much intel to share. Colonel John T. Grigio, requesting immigration!"
The red light blinks again, and Julie watches from the back seat of the truck. In the front passenger seat is a woman who looks like an older, more tired version of Julie herself, and she's twisting her hands in her lap.
"How old was that Almanac?" Julie whispers, her young voice shaking with uncertainty.
"Two months," her mother says, and Julie feels her heart sink at the tightness in her voice. Outside, her father is still shouting, an edge of emotion coming into his voice that surprises her. She realises, in that moment, that his hopes were as high as theirs no matter how much he'd tried to hide it until now. They had counted on finding safety here, but...
Grigio smacks the butt of his pistol against the scanner window and a garbled electric response flares to life.
"--ARNING - SAULT RESPONSE - ETHAL FORCE--"
And the guns begin spraying bullets. Julie screams, her father runs back from the wall but the guns don't follow, they spin on their turrets spraying ammunition without aim, then abruptly go limp.
"--FILE - RESPONSE FILE CORRU - RETINA SCAN - AILED. REQUESTING RESPONSE FROM FEDERAL AUTHORIT - ASSWORD. ASSWORD - EQUIRED. WORK VISA. DUTY-FREE. APPLE MAGGOT."
The guns rise. Grigio dives back into the car and slams it into reverse, until they're out of range of the guns. Then, he spins it into a sharp slide on muddy grass and they all take a moment to catch their breath as the Canadian border goes about losing its mind.
"What the fuck?" says her mother. Julie rummages a bag on the seat next to her and pulls out a sniper scope; she runs it along the top of the thirty-foot high wall, past coils of razor wire and scraps of cloth, then she sees it, and her heart sinks all the way down into the pit of her stomach.
A uniformed arm dangling over the edge of the wall. Two helmets in the razor wire, one containing a head. And three city-sized plumes of smoke rising from somewhere beyond.
"Dad," she says numbly, handing over the scope. There's no safety to be found here. The world is crumbling faster than they can save it.]
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everything is quiet. one of the advantages to being part of the Career Pack is you get moments of downtime - time to eat, and sleep, and laugh.
most of the arena is a swamp, but the Careers have taken hold of one of the only pieces of dry land - a narrow, long piece of land that extends from the cornucopia out into the deep water. they've only lost one so far, and the Careers remaining are both of the tributes from 2, the girl from 4, Cashmere, and her district partner Ardor.
they're all around a fire for dinner, Cashmere seated so she can see the water and what lies beyond. Ardor wanders down to the water's edge to look for smoke or signs of others across the water, and it's just a terrible coincidence that Cashmere looks up as he turns to rejoin the group.
everything that happens next happens incredibly quickly: an enormous crocodile bursts from the water and grabs Ardor in its jaws, dragging him into the murky swamp. Cashmere screams, the other tributes yell, and Cashmere finds herself picking up Ardor's bow and arrow and running towards the water. when she glances back the others are all running the other way, back to the safety of the cornucopia. Cashmere's still screaming, wailing, really. she doesn't know what to do, and though she loads an arrow, she never fires it even though the crocodile breaks the water's surface several times as he tears the boy apart.
then the waters are still. Cashmere's stomach turns like she might throw up. her vision narrows, and she's pretty sure she's still screaming. she drops the bow.
"Ardor! ARODOR!"
there's only silence in response, then the sound of a canon. it feels like something's snapped inside her, and she runs to close the distance to the water's edge, knife in hand instead of it in it's boot sheath. the anger blossoming inside her is powerful - she's never been so angry in her whole life.
as she suspected it might, the crocodile lunges onto the shore at her, and she slashes at it, connecting on the first swipe and then another. it feels like she's outside of her own body as she stabs at the beast, still screaming. it's over before she even really fully realizes what she's doing, her hands coated in blood nearly up to her elbows.
When Julie's memory fades, Cashmere sighs, a shake of her head to try and clear her thought and bring her back to the present. ]
Sorry - I didn't mean to.
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[Julie holds the ear muffs between numb hands, her fingertips rubbing lightly against the soft fluff. It doesn't occur to her, for a good few seconds, that Cashmere could have seen something, too.]
Don't worry about it, it's fine. [She clears her throat, and slips the earmuffs on.] What do you think?
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[ she picks up a fake fur scarf for herself wrapping it around her neck. her voice softens. ] I saw one of your memories. You and your family. At a- uh- a border?
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Haven't thought about that in a while. [The admittance is quiet, a little awkward, given with a small shrug and a brief inability to meet Cashmere's eyes.]
The Canadian border. My dad... He thought we'd be safe there. [She snorts softly.] He was wrong.
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What happened next? Where'd you go?
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That's where we've been ever since. There's some communication to other domes, but the lines are getting worse all the time.
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People are just trying to survive.
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Tch... yeah, I mean, you'd think the chances would be better for more worlds not being complete piles of shit, right?
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Maybe your life is so shitty because you look like me.
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I mean, there's people here from the Viking ages, and from the future.