hadriel_logs | Event Log: Memories Past

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
► 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 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.]

[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]

[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?

[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?

...You saw something too?

[Jo is pretty sure if she saw something, George did too. Unless, somehow, Jo's gotten a power she didn't want.]

Uh-huh. [a pause] Do I have to tell you what it was?

[because she'd really rather not. death sucks enough when it's a stranger, but when it's someone she loves as a sister? it's about a thousand times worse]

I don't really like ya knowing something about me I didn't tell you.

[Even if she trusts George, she just doesn't like the idea.]

I saw a girl push you into a pool.

[she buries her face in her hands for a moment] Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Fuck. Balls.

[she doesn't wanna tell!]

....I saw you get killed by the motherfucking sonsovbitches absolute pricks Null.

[Jo pales. Damn, that's...She knows George had already seen her dreaming about her death back home. And now this one too?

Damn. And- did she see too much? Drake was there, but hopefully, no one sees that much. Damn it all.]

I...I'm sorry.

[yes, she gets the entire death smorgasboard. something she'd kind of like to not have, thanks. but it seems death follows her everywhere, like a shadow]

Not your fault. Stupid gods. Fuck 'em.

At least Hope's nicer than the last god who brought me back. [George doesn't know about that, but Jo's just going to leave it as an offhanded comment.]

Look, I don't want you to remember me like that.

The last god? Would that be capital-g-god? [but of course she has to ask]

That's good, 'cause that's not how I want to remember you, either.

Nah. [She's not actually sure God is paying any attention. Castiel might have been helping, but he's never mentioned God sending him.]

Good. How do you want to remember me?

[and here goes George's atheism, right back into place as it should be]

As my friend. [a pause] And my sister.

[Osiris is just a dick with powers. George is fine.]

...I can do the first one. [She laughs quietly.] The second might be harder. I've never had a sister for real.

[doesn't that describe most gods?]

Cool. [she looks awkward] I have. And I sucked at it. You know, the whole being a sister thing. I'd kind of like to not suck at it this time.

[Yeah, that's true.]

I'm not going to let you suck too much.

[trying for levity]

Oh, you're not, huh? How d'you plan to do that?

[Jo shrugs and sticks her hands in her pockets.]

We'll figure it out.

[George scuffs her foot against the ground]

I hope so.

Come on, we're too awesome for it to not work.

[she finally cracks a smile]

You're awesome. I'm ehhhhh. [she holds up and waggles her hand in the air]

[Jo smiles back, laughing quietly.]

Come on, you're not that bad.

[she laughs and rakes a hand through her hair]

I am. I so am. I'm greedy, I hate responsibility, and I do whatever it takes to get out of it.

[back home, that was true. here is another matter]

[Jo laughs.]

Yeah, sooner or later you'll learn that it's easier to just do the responsible thing.

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