Event Log: Memories Past

[hadrielmods]

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.

Comments

[braveoff]

[ It's not quite a complete acquiescence to what Lup's asked of him before. He said something like that, because back in the basement there had been no chance of zombie uprising. They'd had cameras with sound and the ability to gas the cell, he'd been able to tell, so no plan would have worked. But something where there was a chance, he'd fight for himself now even if there was a risk.

All it takes to confirm that's the right choice is his friend's relief. Something twists in Drake's chest, a familiar and useless "sorry I'm dead" guilt, and he brings up his other arm carefully to hug her. No contact where their shirts don't cover so it's a little awkward, but he manages. ]

We've been talking a lot about this kind of stuff since he got back, yeah. You started it, though.

[ Is it okay if he asks..? ]

I saw something kinda crazy, just now.

[restinglichface]

I'm not surprised, I've always been such a trendsetter.

[But Lup allows herself this closeness, to press against Drake's clothed chest, to feel how solid and real and alive he is. No matter what she saw, no matter how often he's thrown himself into dangerous situations for the sake of others, right now in this very moment, he's safe. And no one is going to take that away from her.]

Yeah? [Still so unaware that anything transferred over on her end, Lup pulls away just enough to catch the man's gaze, both of her long ears perking up in interest.] What's that?

[braveoff]

[ With Lup leaning against him, Drake rubs her back gently, smoothing her shirt beneath his hand. It's probably something traumatic for her and he's not certain he should bring it up... maybe just the crazy part. Not the dying slowly and painfully part, though he saw that too and she'll be able to guess. ]

You got sucked into an umbrella..?

[restinglichface]

[Ah. Well. Lup doesn't even have to ask how he's seen that. She saw his whole death scene so guess it just makes sense the memory would have triggered her own death.

Great. Thanks again, Hadriel.]

Got it in one, my guy. [Her grip on him loosens finally, so the woman can give a casual shrug of her skinny shoulders, flipping her hair over her shoulder. It's not exactly the kind of information she would have wanted anyone to see, but if she has to share, at least Drake's the one on the other end. She's not sure how she'd be able to shrug off a total stranger seeing such a personal memory of hers.]

Wild, am I right? I'm bettin' that's the first time you've ever said that before, huh?

[braveoff]

[ Drake doesn't like that she pulls away, now that they're talking about this, but he allows it of course, letting Lup set the rules here. It's her trauma being discussed, she can set whatever distances she likes. But he has questions. ]

Very wild. And painful, honestly. But wasn't it your umbrella? I mean, why did it suck you in like that? I was thinking 'wow that sucked but she's fine, she'll get another body' until it... did that. It just feels like I'm missing something.

[ She'd seemed so calm as her body died, as she switched back to lich form. And then distinctly not. Drake wonders something else, his expression shifting to worry. ]

Do you remember being in it?

[restinglichface]

[This is why Drake's her favorite. He doesn't push Lup when she's not ready for it, gives her a little space to compose herself before she can find her laughter again.]

Oh, def. Ten years stuck in there and I sure remember 'em all. [Not that there's a lot to recall for most of those years. The world outside had been completely silent for nearly a whole decade, until her brother had picked up the umbrella.] It wasn't very exciting, but I remember it.

[The worry across his face has Lup scooting a little closer, not quite draping herself all over him like she usually does, but closing some of that distance. No matter how bad it looked, she doesn't want Drake to worry. It was a long time ago.]

So, I made the umbrella, right? It was just a regular, dope umbrella when I picked it up, but I imbued it with magic I learned from an artificer. And, no surprise, I was a little cocky when I made it. We'd just become liches and I felt like nothing could touch us. So naturally I made it so that whenever I defeated another magic user, it would suck up some of their magic, sorta like a little parting gift for my victory.

[It'd just been funny at the time mostly. A bit of a goof.]

But being a dumbass, I didn't stop to think that my lich form is composed completely of magic. And when that dickhead stabbed me, technically I lost the fight. So I got slurped up.