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
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► 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

[toiletseat_girl]

[no, she didn't. so that when something good does happen to her, she doesn't trust it. or she expects it to be torn away with no notice]

No. You don't. You're honest. Most people aren't.

[knifecollecting]

[She might as well be honest here. It felt like so much of her life back home was lying through her teeth.]

Some people have their reasons for lying.

[toiletseat_girl]

[and she's used to being lied to. anytime someone says something nice about her, she assumes they're lying]

And then lying gets easy.

[knifecollecting]

Sometimes. [It's actually been a relief here, to be herself and brutally honest about why she can shoot.]

I'll try not to lie to you.

[toiletseat_girl]

Good. 'Cause that would kinda suck.

[knifecollecting]

[This is about as much emotional stuff as Jo can handle in a day.]

Yeah. We'll be fine.

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah. Fine.

[assuming George doesn't fuck things up somehow along the way]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo knows she won't.]

Come on, let's go home and hide for a bit.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George isn't so sure]

Sounds like a plan.