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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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You look like a David. It's nice.
[ There's a long pause while a few things click into place, the cogs of the wheel turning to the next phase of the puzzle. ]
Hey... David.
Who's Allison?
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Please don't call me David. I'm not ready, sorry. It's not personal
[ As for the question? Hm. ]
That's complicated.
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[ Donut understands about not being ready to face certain... personal issues. It's how he spent his life before the Red Army. Besides, it's not like he knows him as David. Wash is fine. ]
Safe-word complicated?
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[ Wash shakes his head, thinking. He doesn't want to get into the stuff about who Tex really was, or tell Donut anything personal about other people. Epsilon is here, after all, it's his life too. But the Director? Wash could not give one single fuck about the Director's privacy. ]
No, it's fine. She was the Director's wife. She died in the war before he started Freelancer. He never got over it.
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[ At least that's the conclusion he draws from that. I mean, he's read enough magazines to believe in true love and soulmates and everything else teenage girls spent their nights dreaming about. But that's a conversation for another time. ]
You were injured. Was that in Freelancer too?
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[ He'll never dispute that, but also... it doesn't excuse all of the shit he did in the name of that. Wash will never forgive the Director. And he doesn't want to talk about any of this. "Injured," hah. ]
It was at the very end, maybe a little after, things are blurry in there. What you saw specifically was what happened after everyone scattered.
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Here.
[ He holds out a closed hand out to him as if to give him something. ]
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[ And he drops a blue skittle.
Whether he drops it or catches, the smile remains. ]
You said everyone scattered. Does that mean you got left behind?
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Sugar's supposed to be comfort food, right? He could use some for this conversation. It feels like a dick move to nope out and leave when Donut's being so friendly, but the answers are difficult. ]
Yeah. They left me there, but it's also not like that was a conscious choice for most of them. Nobody said, "forget Wash," they just didn't think of me at the time either.
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I hopped onto a ship the moment you guys called me not because I thought I could help but because I knew I should be there. With my friends. That's all people really need sometimes.
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[ He really isn't sure what side he would've taken, either, back then, he's not sure he could've trusted himself to make the correct choice with how little he actually knew. Because no one told him shit. Just the rookie, in the dark until it was too late. And then nobody came back for him. ]
It was a long time ago, though. I'm better now.
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You say that like I had a choice in what they did to me.
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