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

[restinglichface]

Yeah. [It's spoken a little softly, but Lup gets it. She so gets it. Her whole life has been through a lot of destruction, most of it by her own hands. She spent so many long years fighting for survival, working endlessly to hone her magical talents, to keep her brother safe. She burned everything in her path to achieve that, to make sure they made it to adulthood. She's never had the luxury of being soft, she had to keep hard and sharp so that Taako never had to.

And after a lifetime of only knowing that, playing the violin makes her feel completely different. She doesn't ham up her performance, doesn't bring her usual energy into it. She's quiet and composed and thoughtful when she plays, focusing solely on the music. It's a whole different feeling. But Lup likes how it feels to create, to bring something besides fire to life.

She gets what he means so much.]

I thought learning was gonna be pretty pointless, y'know, like how the fuck is playing violin gonna help us fight the reoccurring apocalypse. But... [She shifts a little on the counter and shrugs, bringing the coffee up to warm her hands.]

What do I know? Turns out I'm awesome at it. And it's kinda soothing. S'nice to like, make something pretty that doesn't send folks screaming.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera hums in agreement. Sometimes it's enough to know that you can make something instead of just breaking whatever gets in the way. Music, painting, even a decent meal. It's something that came out of the component pieces and became something a little bigger.

Maybe it's not much. But it's something. ]

Yeah. It's this one part of you that stays you, through all the shit.

[restinglichface]

You get me.

[And he does, in so many more ways than one. It's not the best decision of her life, but Lup leans over to press her side to his, clothes brushing against clothes to prevent any other memory transfers.]

Ugh, this shit is so sappy.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera gives her a small smile. More than anything, he wishes he could have known Lup in his old life, before things went wrong. But he knows her now. That's enough. ]

Speaking of sappy, I need your magic know-how. Got a project.

[restinglichface]

[It's enough.]

Hit me with it, dork.

[requiemshark]

So, you know how I've got all this ink.

[ He waves his fingers at her, showing off the little black rings tattooed there. ]

And I had an idea for a new one. Figured it was about time, you know? Only I don't have the equipment to do it myself and my hands aren't that steady. That something your magic could help with?

[restinglichface]

For you? [Lup doesn't quite touch the tattoos, not all too ready to go sharing memories again quite yet, but her fingers hover over them, tracing their shape in the air.]

Absolutely. Shouldn't be hard. Or painful. Not that you'd be worried about that.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera tips his head to the side, nodding. ]

You wanna see the sketch?

[restinglichface]

Abso-fuckin'-lutely! [And she'll give him the space he needs to fetch his sketchbook, this is deffo something she wants to see.]

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera retreats to fetch his sketchbook, flipping through the pages until he gets to the right sketch. ] Thinking something like this.

[restinglichface]

Okay, but hear me out. That's real gay.

[she approves]

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera just laughs. ]

Aw, shut up. It'll be awesome, you'll see. Think your magic can give me a hand?

[restinglichface]

[For him? Anything.]

Definitely. Let's get drinks an' chit chat over the deets.

[requiemshark]

You're the best.

[ She is. Ephemera reaches out to ruffle her hair. ]

And you're speaking my language. Drinks it is.