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Entry tags:
- #event,
- alec lightwood (shadowhunters),
- amanda perry (sgu),
- aymeric de borel (final fantasy xiv),
- era ra (final fantasy xiv),
- farraige oconell (oc),
- ion fortuna (trinity blood),
- john murphy (the 100),
- joseph kavinsky (trc),
- juno steel (penumbra),
- magnus bane (shadowhunters),
- nico di angelo (chb),
- rafaello d’este (oc)
RAIN & MEMORY SHARE
Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.
Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Alternatively, #mood.
Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!
You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.
Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.
The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
Awash In Memory
The landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden
The Rain
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
Gimme Shelter
It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.
Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Like My Mood
Alternatively, #mood.
Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
Oh Shit
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
The Memory Share
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
The Telexistence Temple
News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!
You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.
Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
The Temple Chamber
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.
The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
Amanda | OTA + one closed prompt
Amanda likes the rain. At least at first, because she spent so long without being able to feel really feel it, in fact she could hardly go out in it thanks to maintaining her body temperature being enough of a hassle in a house let alone in any kind of real weather.
So you might be able to find her out in it for ten minutes or so with an odd smile on her face, a drink in one hand and the leash attached to her Eevee in the other. And occasionally, when Heddy splashes in a puddle, Amanda actually laughs. If you know her well, you should know it's odd to see her in a good mood when she's not playing chess or fiddling with electronics, so you wouldn't be blamed if you're a bit worried about her, especially during the moments when she seems to gaze off for a moment with a somewhat distant look on her face.
B. Shelter
As much as she likes the rain, there is a point when the novelty does wear off and she realizes she's not getting anything out of it except cold, wet clothes and a cranky Eevee. So eventually, Amanda will be choosing to head inside to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate. When she's sure her hair is mostly done dripping, she'll have her tablet out in front of her and will be tapping at it whenever she's not trying to keep Heddy from crawling up on the table.
Still, even though she's occupied, if someone walks up to the table she won't be annoyed at being interrupted at all, although she might have more trouble keeping her excitable Evee from jumping over to them]
C. Wild card
[want something else with Amanda? Hit me up at
Memory Share | Closed to Arthur and Kavinsky
She does still take a shuddery breath as she lays down, and she doens't even try to convince herself it's due to a chill or anything but the fact she's sharing a part of Nick.
[This can't be real. You must be incredibly drunk, to imagine that Nick is actually coming into your room in the night.
But he's here. He's here, in your quarters, because you invited him and he said yes and he's staring at the bed and this is happening. Your heart is hammering in your throat and your palms are somehow both sweaty and cold, and it's frightening but not like if the same thing were happening if your body was the way it usually was.
You want to be clever and attractive. You've imagined this so many times, saying something so much better than 'Mr. Brilliant'. But it was never like this in your dreams. Never in space, never inside another woman's body. But it's your only shot.
So you just reach out, wordlessly, and touch his arm. Just his arm, mostly his shirt, but it's rough and warm and you can feel it and that's enough to make you tear up but you're not going to cry and ruin this, you're not.
And then his hands are on your back, he's holding you and his mouth is on yours, and god, he tastes...not like you dreamed, not after months without tobacco or coffee. Like whatever came out of the still, mostly, but still undeniably him, with that bit of stubble brushing your cheek as his mouth moves into yours. You have to close your eyes, because if you cry he might stop, he might---
Shove you away. Like he's doing suddenly, breaking his mouth away--]
Look, I'm sorry. Darling, I'm sorry. I-I-I can't do this.
[Of course. Of course after so long being the person who didn't see the chair, he can't see you now. You try to laugh. It doesn't work very well. Especially when you turn to see a mirror, and see an Asian woman looking back at you. You've been trying not to look at the gold band that isn't yours all this time, but it's impossible to ignore her face. Still, there were papers signed, she knew this might happen. Didn't she?]
Nick, it's me.
I think we both know it's a bit more complicated than that.
The word is insane.
Yeah.
[it's hard to keep from sobbing now, and you're definitely begging as you cling to him again]
But this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.
[and now he's the one tearing up, his voice is changed and--]
Mandy…you know, probably better than anyone, how I was when Gloria passed away. I recently experienced something that made me go through it all again. More than a dream. As real as this is to you now. And I can tell myself that it's been years all I like, but in my heart, it's just happened again.
[Gloria. Of course it's Gloria. God. You're horrible. Because you do know, you saw how he changed, pulled away. Except from you. You were the person he trusted, for whatever reason, or at least the person he let in.
What do you do, when the man you love is crying for a woman who isn't you, who's been dead for years?
There's only one thing you can do, if you really love him, if you don't want to seem like a petulant child being denied a toy. You reach out, stroke his cheek--savoring the rough stubble for what might very well be in the last time--and try to smile]
Well, at least this time. I can do this.
[and you hold him, let him sob into your shoulder and cling to you in return. And it's enough. It has to be.]
[ooc: video, from here to 3:01]
daemon: moonshined
but the storm doesn't stop. they're still cooped up in the temple, some people thinking of braving the weather and going on home as it gets more crowded. and in the hubbub and waiting, kavinsky's text finally comes through.]
so that wuz kind fo fucked
i mean hes old and not as hot as i thought would b ur type but also other kinds of fucked
[for once, not an actual sex joke.]
text; daemon: Graced (1/2)
Yeah. It was. Extremely. And that was only about a month before I came to Eudio, so. You can see why my hangups were a bit complicated.
I don't blame him, though.
2/2 (tw: self applied ableist slur)
I shouldn't have pulled the pathetic cripple card. I shouldn't have tried to guilt him into it.
no subject
[genuine remorse makes kavinsky uncomfortable. he's much more comfortable with people being twisted jerks about what's important to them, regret without admission. years later, he's never really apologized to ronan. not really.]
i've done some shit too
least it wrked out w u 2. looks like you two was friends in the end
no subject
Yeah. Well. We didn't really have time to talk about it after. Things kind of hit the fan in a pretty serious way right after that. Getting attacked by aliens kind of makes admitting to one of your best friends that you've had a crush on him pretty minor, and after that I had to leave. I think it would've been easier if he'd flat out said we were just going to be friends or said anything really. It was just like every time we went our seperate ways before. Well. I did kiss him goodbye too. But that was in front of other people, and I didn't really give him time to react before I left.
[the fact that one time happened sober is...something she actually tries not to think about as much, because the alcohol gives her some degree of leeway. The second time, she really has to consider she was using another woman's body, and that that same woman would be tasting her co-worker just minutes later]
cw sexual vulgarity
hope u guys kicked the aliens asses or will when u get home
do u got any idea if the chick whose body u was ridin around in turned out ok
no ptsd or whateevr
no subject
[once more, Amanda is questioning why he's the one she tells these things to. Maybe because there's no way she can get anywhere close to his level of vulgarity]
We did. At least temporarily. I don't know what they were trying to get, maybe the ship itself. But I helped run the defenses, and we got out. Nick made it sound like they'd been dodging these particular people for awhile though.
I don't. Since I left for Eudio just a little while after and communication with the people on board was spotty, all I know is everyone's still alive. And I didn't know her. I only knew her name was Camile. In theory, she knew what I did was a possibility. We sign waivers when we do that. And several people on board had taken their turns doing similar swaps to see their families, and I'm sure some of them weren't abstinent given the chance to see their partners for the first time in months.
Actually I feel a bit bad about that. I think she was married if the ring was any indication, and my body couldn't have really given her the chance other people had.
[does it make what she did better, feeling bad that Camile couldn't get laid? Nope, and she knows it]
cw joke about nominal noncon, bodyswapping type stuff?
or wuz it some kind of lottery wehre she drew all 0s no fucntionin vagina etc in the ticket
or ehy
maybe they stuck it in anyway cuz true love
how would u feel abt that
1/2
There was one woman who went before her who couldn't handle it. The ventilator freaked her out. I'd say I don't blame her, but it did feel pretty crappy to have someone kicking me back into my body without warning because being in it for less than five minutes scared her so much when she at least had a say in it.
2/2 cw vague implied noncon to be safe idk sgu you're gross
Like everyone who used the stones, I signed away my right to officially be upset about it if it happened. Unofficially, I honestly don't know because I didn't consider it. Which is pretty naive, now that I think about it, and not just because we're talking about people who hadn't seen each other in months.
If they did it in spite of my limitations, or because they were one of those people who had a very specific fetish, I'd probably be incredibly angry. If they just did because they honestly missed each other that much and found work arounds, which really would take some creativity, I'd be glad for them.
Maybe.
cw misogynistic language
is that what im hearin
i mean fuck i get it if that swhat u mean
on purpsoe ignorance [that's, 'willful ignorance,'] is my jam
also taht woman was a pussy but i guess id prob puss out 2, not gonna lie
tw suicide mention
[there's probably something profound to be said about the fact she was running away from dealing with all the emotions going to the Destiny had left her with to a place where she could walk again]
Yeah, well. Maybe. I didn't know her, but I won't say it wasn't kind of a kick in the gut to realize that apparently even getting to see people she hadn't seen in months wasn't enough for at least one person to spend time in my body. And I'm pretty sure she was avoiding me once I was actually on board, so on some level she probably realized that implication too.
But I heard a lot of people outright tell me they would have killed themselves rather than live like I did, so. In the grand scale, that's not quite as insulting. I guess.
[look, bodyswaps were not a thing she actually thought about until the last few years so factoring them into people's casual ableism is weird]
steering toward fade if that's ok <3 thank you for this thread
congratulatiosn
ure keepin em even if some other shit happens 2 u again someday puts u back in bed awhile
<3 yes that is good np
But if anyone I know from home comes here, you're sticking with Padawan in their hearing unless you want the tv to show you nothing but NOVA documentaries for at least a month.
[hey, she's taken some backbone from the criminal she was that left her with these powers]