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

[storyseeker]

He was pretty cute.

[She's not just buttering him up; dead gay guy or not, Elena has eyes.]

That's a lot of competition to be the best-looking in one relationship, though.

[pocketspa]

[There's a reason Taako started hitting on Death as soon as he got an ass and it wasn't JUST to escape consequences, ok.]

I can't believe you would say that directly to me in my face. He can be as hot as he wants but like, look at me, please. We all know who's the more gorgeous dude. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's fuckin' smoking, but you're looking at me. Elena. Elena. Come on. Look at me.

[And he poses a little with a wink. Why is he this way.]

[storyseeker]

[She gives him a long look up and down and feigns an evaluating expression.]

Well sure, you're pretty easy on the eyes, too. An eight out of ten, easy.

[pocketspa]

[He makes such a sharp inhale it's a miracle he didn't suck a building in there.]

Oh. My god. How could you do this to me. Me. At leas your second favorite elf. What did I ever do to deserve anything like this. I'm calling the cops? I have to call the cops.

[storyseeker]

[That was exactly as easy as predicted.]

C'mon, Taako. If you can't trust your friends to be honest, who can you trust? And eight is pretty good!

[pocketspa]

You fucking stabbed me is what you did. I'm not four fifths of the prettiest person in the world, come on.

[What a level of distraction, right here.]

If you'd give Lup a better score than me I'm literally going to walk into the ocean.

[storyseeker]

[Good job, self.]

I was thinking of giving her an eight point five...

[pocketspa]

Okay, that's bullshit. We have the same face. The literal same face. What does she have that I don't, tits? Come on.

[This is dumb, but he refuses to compromise.]

[storyseeker]

A sense of beguiling modesty?

[She starts to crack up before Taako can even react. Yeah, they both know that's not true.]

Or it might just be that she's not so easy to get a reaction out of. Some people find that very attractive.

[pocketspa]

Uh, excuse you, everyone loves a man with personality.

[He flips some hair over his shoulder just to prove a point.]

Also, if you think Lup is modest you should see her in the mirror every morning. Please.

[storyseeker]

Oh, I can imagine. I really can.

[Wherever Lup and Taako have lived, Elena hopes they had big mirrors so nothing would get broken as the fought over space in front them.]

Tell you what. I'll call you and Lup a tie while keeping the exact number rating to myself.

[A lady deserves to keep some secrets.]

[pocketspa]

[It's gotta fit them both, of course.]

Tsk. I guess. I should really be better though.

[He winks at her, just to prove he's not actually continuing this.]

But there, alright, I saw you and your man in a private place and you saw mine, are we fiiiiinally even for The Incident?

[the dickcident, as it were]

[storyseeker]

[Until he stumbles upon the opportune moment to throw this gross betrayal back in her face, she suspects. Which is probably when it's the most funny.]

Oh, definitely. Between this and me punching you, we're totally even.

[As long as he never speaks that bracket text out loud.]

[pocketspa]

[d i c k c i d e n t]

Faaantastic. Now I can start tracking up points towards the next showing.

[He winks. Is he joking?? Who knows. He is a horrible bastard man.]

[storyseeker]

[That he is, that he is.]

Uh-huh. My punching arm still works, you know.

[pocketspa]

[He just laughs in response.]

I'll be sure to get you something nice for the trouble, don't worry 'bout it.

[Awful.]

I'm gonna get the hell outta here before you see my dick on accident though. See ya, babe.