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

[knifecollecting]

[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.

[toiletseat_girl]

[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.

[knifecollecting]

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.

[toiletseat_girl]

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.

[knifecollecting]

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?

[toiletseat_girl]

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

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

[knifecollecting]

[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.

[toiletseat_girl]

[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.

[knifecollecting]

[Yeah, that's true.]

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

[toiletseat_girl]

[trying for levity]

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

[knifecollecting]

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

We'll figure it out.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George scuffs her foot against the ground]

I hope so.

[knifecollecting]

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

[toiletseat_girl]

[she finally cracks a smile]

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

[knifecollecting]

[Jo smiles back, laughing quietly.]

Come on, you're not that bad.

[toiletseat_girl]

[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]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs.]

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

[toiletseat_girl]

[George looks unrepentant]

Meh. Responsibility. That's like a dirty word.

[never mind the fact that she puts in her hours at the Clinic and the Lab faithfully]

[knifecollecting]

Just use another word for it. It'll be fine.

[Jo knows. She sees it. She's proud.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[still dubious]

If you say so.

[knifecollecting]

I do. We'll manage.

[toiletseat_girl]

Okay.

[a pause]

...is it okay if I hug you now?

[knifecollecting]

[Well...]

What if we get another memory burst?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she pouts]

We'll tuck our hands inside our jackets and make sure we never touch skin.

[knifecollecting]

You really want a hug that bad?

[Nerd.

Jo laughs and slips her sleeves down a bit to cover her hands.]

Come on.