[MU] - DECEMBER STORYTELLING / MEMORY SHARE

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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

[tenthstreetbred]

Shepard looked away from the memory to Lup and when the stricken expression goes across her face she reaches out and puts a gentle hand on her back, an attempt to steady her. She makes no comment on the wetness of Lup's eyes.

"I'm glad you had some time with her, at least. She sounds, and looks, wonderful."

She looks towards where the memory was again and continues.

"Did you guys have any other family at all?"

[hellawrath]

It's good that somebody else can tell, just by looking at her aunt, how good she was. Lup remembers her as a woman who'd made an instant impression wherever she went, who'd have people look at her, listen to her, even before she'd launch into one of her passionate rants. But she was soft, too, let her and Taako pile on her on the sofa, everybody with a different book in their laps and mugs of peppermint hot chocolate on the table. Shit, she's gonna tear up again, way to go Shepard.

Being asked about other family is kind of a jarring contrast to that and Lup just snorts dismissively. "I mean, none that could handle Lup n Taako, y'know? A couple other folks kinda got stuck with us, before we ended up with her, but to be honest I don't even remember those chucklefucks." Nor, turns out, their actual parents. But who fucking cares.

[tenthstreetbred]

"Mm. Screw 'em."

That's a feeling she understands, being passed back and forth. The foster system back on Earth hadn't been the kindest, nor had the orphanages she had spent time in, but she lived. Maybe not the best life she could have lived, but she did.

It did, at least, lead her to someone who would become the closest to family she ever would have before the Normandy. She smiles a bit as she thinks of Anderson.

"People like your aunt here are real diamonds in the rough. How long did you end up having with her in the end?"

She hopes a few years but she's not holding her breath.