[MU] - DECEMBER STORYTELLING / MEMORY SHARE

[lifeaftr_mods]

Something is wrong.

This may not very well be obvious, at first. The Storyteller is not present to put forth yet another diatribe, informative or apologetic, and the backdrop of guttering flame and sandy campfire is as present as ever...albeit briefly.



Those who tell their stories will start to notice something...odd taking place. Indeed, no matter how they intend to begin their tale, the land of Mu will immediately start to warp to accommodate it, or something utterly unlike it, until storytellers and listeners alike may find themselves in an exact recreation of a seemingly random memory, in the most stark and painstaking of detail. There is no altering the memory, nor is there any preventing it once it's begun to play - you will simply have to witness memories that are not your own this go around.

Furthermore, stories that take place in worlds other than LifeAftr will be, frankly, inevitable. Those memories, too, will be recreated, to be relived by the teller and lived by the listener.

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It is time, once more, for you to tell a story...with a slight twist! This is, in fact, our first player plot, as provided by Dragon! The initial setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams.

Yet for this Storytelling only, people can imagine whatever stories they wish, from both their homes and their time on LifeAftr, as long as they don't mind the fact that others will be reliving those stories in the form of an impromptu memory share.

Even those who prefer not to voice their stories aloud are not safe this time around. If the memory is recalled in essence, Mu will shift to accommodate it in full.

There is, however, a benefit to this: those who venture memories to be relived will receive both a befuddled apology from the Storyteller, who will assert that this was most definitely not meant to happen (they're the Storyteller, not the Rememberer!), as well as a tired promise that the relived memories will be worth two offerings each, as if in compensation.

Not that it counts for much, probably.

Comments

[postictal]

Boy, that's a familiar mood. Calm, blank acceptance, a shrug and a move on, because what the hell else can you do? Tim reached that point pretty damn quick himself.

He can't help but wonder, idly, how long it took Ginko to reach the same point. Sometimes it feels like he was just born this tired.

"You just kinda roll with it, huh?"

[onegreeneye]

Too bad Ginko has no idea about his mental state up until he was like ten

"Not much else to do about it - except introduce myself and hope for the best." He gives a quiet snort.

[postictal]

"Well, hey. I'd drink to that if I could." He digs the imaginary tin of cigarettes from his pockets and flips it open. "Want one? I'm pretty they don't really count when it's a dream anyway."

It's more to do with the solidarity of the thing. The symbolic drinking to that, seeing as alcohol is out of the cards but nicotine, thank god, isn't.

[onegreeneye]

"Hm... Why not." He takes one with a slight nod. "Thanks. I should get my own cigarettes here, sometime. More used to 'em than this kind."

[postictal]

"Use a story, if you can. These last me about three months." He flicks the lighter on and ignites the paper's end before offering to do the same to Ginko's. "Guess if it's nonessential, you can't get a permanent refill."

Which, you know, is fair. It's an addiction, and all he's really doing is feeding it. Strategically, it'd be wisest to quit.

But he's not exactly got a long-term strategy in mind here.

[onegreeneye]

"I'll keep that in mind." He accepts the light gratefully and goes to take a pull on the cigarette. Even in a dream, he notices how different it is from the ones he's useful - though maybe that's because he expects to?

He probably shouldn't overthink it.

[postictal]

One of these days he'll have to quit, he tells himself. He keeps telling himself, a lie wrapped up in a resolution that will never come to pass, because he's simply too set in his own faulty ways. One day he'll have to quit.

And one day he will QUIT. Just...not in the way he originally imagined.

For now, a fake smoke on a fake beach in the middle of a dream is close enough.