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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"Oh....." Well, he got that wrong but never mind. "Either way, he was stopped and you did what you could to protect your mother, right. Because she was your hope! What you did could have only been a good thing."

"...I guess. Ma's the only one who ever gave a shit about me. And it was just one guy after another like that, starting with my father and ending with Frank. I just snapped. He didn't deserve that much."

Frank would rather be dead, Drake's pretty sure -- being paralyzed must be awful, even though after all of it they hadn't pressed charges back so he was in a cushy home. Drake still felt like he went too far.

"I went overboard. It doesn't bother you, seeing that?"

"Why would it bother me?" Komaeda was a little puzzled by this. Maybe it was because Drake was kind enough to him to call him a friend so it was more personal but Komaeda didn't really care about this Frank person. Aside from the fact he was glad that Drake saved his mother from a horrible situation.

Anyway, there was something else that Komaeda wanted to ask. He did not know why Drake wanted to look at his hands, but he knows that Drake must have seen something. As to what it has to do with hands, he's not sure but....

"By the way, there's something I want to ask you. We both saw each other's memories, right?"

Edited 2018-11-25 17:20 (UTC)

"Because it was so violent? I don't even like thinking of myself, doing that." He certainly doesn't want his friends thinking he's still like that. Obviously he's capable of it, but it was a singular situation and he's gotten the anger issues under control.

He'll answer Komaeda's questions, though.

"Yeah... I'm not sure how what I saw is possible, but nobody's reported that they're seeing fake memories..."

Komaeda actually still didn't get it. It wasn't as if Drake was committing violence for no reason. He was stopping a violent and nasty man to help his mother.

The last statement had him confused though.

".....'Fake' memories? I'm not sure what you mean."

Drake is also confused, buddy, don't worry. It's not just you. "Uh... you were... you had someone else's hand attached to your arm. A woman's hand, but you couldn't move it and obviously you don't now. There's not even a scar, so. Maybe it was a memory of a dream?"

"A-a woman's hand.....!" Attached to him? That sounds so ridiculous and grotesque. And yet....he had a woman's hand in the fridge. The one that Serah found for him. He had not recognised it and yet he still got some complicated feelings when he saw it.

Did he really? No, that's impossible. Also, why would he do something like that? And yet, when he thought about it, there was this familiar and yet terrifying sensation....

Komaeda's face turned a deadly pale.

Edited 2018-11-25 18:42 (UTC)

"--hey, you okay? It can't be possible, just take a deep breath."

Obviously, it can't. Komaeda has two working hands, both his own. Right? Drake doesn't understand what's going on, exactly, but he knows Komaeda has never asked for a new body here or anything. It must've been a dream he doesn't fully remember.

Yes, that is right. There is no logical way he could somehow lose his hand, have it replaced with someone else's and magically grow it back again. Not in his world, anyway. It's absurd even by his standards.

And yet why does he feel that he cannot deny that something feels really wrong?

Komaeda grips his arms tight, his breathing becoming more rapid. Suddenly, he lets out a soft, breathy but eerie-sounding laugh.

"Not possible......ahahahahaha. You're right. Of course it's not! It's probably some silly dream I've forgotten. Yes, that's it! Hahahahahaha....."

"Whoa. Komaeda." The laughter is outright disturbing, and making Drake wonder what the hell has happened to Komaeda that he seems to be entertaining this, would've had a dream like that in the first place, would've checked his hands himself to be sure. It's all just strange, and getting creepy. Drake reaches out and takes Komaeda safely by the shoulders, giving him a little shake.

"You're doing the opposite of calming down, man, focus. Breathe with me."

And then he's going to have to explain, at least a little, because seriously. This is weird.

Unfortunately, Komaeda seems to be lost in his own little world that he does not seem to hear Drake, as he continues.

"....It must be....even with the horrible despair and dread I'm feeling inside my heart......even with that revolting thing Serah-san gave me a few months ago....a stupid dream, that's what it is! It makes no sense otherwise. And yet the way I feel is.....hahahahahahahaha!"

What. The fuck.

"Komaeda? I don't know what you're talking about. What hand?" Come on Komaeda, don't make him hit you. Shaking didn't do anything, he doesn't want to go there... "Snap out of it, buddy. Hey."

Whether or not it was Drake's words, Komaeda's laughter dies down. An eerie silence follows as he glances at the ground, his hands still clasped around his arms tightly. He then looks up.

"Ah....sorry, Drake-san. If you don't mind, there's something I need to do."

Drake looks relieved that Komaeda said something coherent, but he doesn't let go.

"...sure, but after all that I'm not letting you do it alone. Come on, man, talk to me."

What the hell is going on?

Komaeda aims to go home to dig out that hand. It's still exactly as it was when Serah gave it to him that day. However, the gods are no help. Unless he can somehow ask if they can gain memories back. Or find someone who can....

Unfortunately, Komaeda begins to realise, Drake is his only clue in this place. After all, he is the one who witnessed it. And while it does not make sense, there must be a reason behind what he saw. He tries to get Drake to release his hand. Training with Wash, he would be somewhat stronger than he was previously but that does not mean Drake can't overpower him.

"I'm not going very far. Just to my apartment to check something. That said, there's something I think I need to ask you."

Which obviously does not make the whole situation more confusing.

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