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.
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Um.

[She flinches under the touch to her shoulder, but when nothing else happens she straightens herself up and pushes herself onto the nearest seat in the boat.]

Uh, you, but... ugh, god, it wasn't you. There was some kind of ritual, a--... and you were in so much pain, Pell. God.

[ Pell lets his hand drop once it's clear she's alright, and when he realizes what she saw he looks pained all over again but this time apologetically. That's not... a pleasant memory. At least it sounds like it cut off in a bad spot and didn't show her what came after, he might have died of embarrassment on the spot. For the most part, he doesn't feel that way often anymore, but Julie is practically his sister. ]

Althaia -- the changing. The blood of my kind redesigns the body quite a bit and birth is never pleasant, I suppose.

[ He tries to think of it as rebirth rather than a series of agonizing mutations, because he doesn't regret it. But Julie's right, it was horrible. And he remembers that glimpse in the mirror... Pell shakes his head as if to ward it off, considering Julie again. What he saw. Maybe she doesn't want to know? ]

[Julie shudders. It's all she can do to centre herself in the boat, in right now, and to continue to try and push off that unsettling memory still sinking its claws into her mind.]

I'm going to be having nightmares about that one. [She mutters.] No offence.

[No offence at all, but it was awful, and one of a hundred things she could have certainly done without seeing.]

Uh... what about you? And we should probably get going or get out of the boat, y'know.

None taken. I had nightmares for a long time, I'd wake up and need to check I wasn't... well.

[ Like that. It was indeed awful, and incredibly painful. But he moves on, and nods about getting moving. He shifts to grip the oars and steer them away from the pier. ]

I saw... you probably won't want to be reminded of this, but you shot a young boy.

[That he wasn't like that? Yeah, she thinks she'd have nightmares about it too. She probably will have nightmares about it, but then, she already has plenty.]

Oh.

[She doesn't look too fazed by the reply, and she sucks her lower lip in between her teeth for a moment before she follows the brief acknowledgement up with--]

... Which one?

[ Well that's not the best reaction. ]

Which-- ah, I don't know. You were in a car? You couldn't have been any older than he was, honestly.

Oh...

[That boy. She'd nearly forgotten about it - the first time she ever saw one of them turn after she killed them. She saw others, after that, but her mother never really forgave her father for that first one. It was funny how, after a few nightmares, it just faded back into the general noise of the collapse of the civilised world.]

Yeah. I remember. He was trying to get into the car while my mom and dad were checking ahead, right? [She nods again, slow and thoughtful.] ... Yeah. Sorry you had to see that.

[ Pell nods, focusing on the rowing as much as he can to keep the images from coming back. The resistance of the water, the sound of it splashing softly against the boat and the oars. Focus. ]

It's not your fault. And what I saw wasn't either, Julie. But I'm sure you know that.

Yeah, I know that. [She approaches it so dismissively that it's almost callous, and for so young a person to be so casual about death and causing death is a strange thing.]

I had to protect myself. The second shot was just... better for everyone. I couldn't let him turn.

Event Log: Memories Past

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