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The Mods of LifeAftr ([personal profile] lifeaftr_mods) wrote in [community profile] aftr_stories2017-12-19 08:57 pm
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[MU] - DECEMBER STORYTELLING / MEMORY SHARE

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.



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.
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[personal profile] postictal 2018-03-13 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesus, why didn't you just ask for help?

[It's not angry so much as it is - desperate, confused, like a dam bursting, overflowing with a roar of white-crested, foamed waves after being locked up in utter bewilderment for years, for years.]

You went to all those lengths to show us how miserable you were. How you were barely getting by, and you never just fucking asked for help?
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[personal profile] thejaw 2018-04-09 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Just ask. Like it's easy, so obvious- and it's a voice he recognizes telling him that he should have, that he's stupid for not doing it, that if he'd just trusted Tim maybe things would be different--

I couldn't! I can't! He yells it so loud in his own head that Brian wonders for a moment if he's really said it, but of course he hasn't, because that's the point.

It's his voice, and it's his everything. Locked in. He had to stay close enough to instruct, far away enough that if the tide turned, he wouldn't be hurt. He shakes his head, again and again, teeth gritted. Tim doesn't understand. Not at all. He couldn't ask anyone.

(He thought he couldn't.)

His heart clenches. Tim looks exhausted. Is this a betrayal, in a way? Is that how Tim feels? He still cares so much, even now. It pulls at a string of honesty that unravels as Brian looks at Tim with tired eyes, and taps a finger to the side of his own head. Mouths a word.

Fear.]
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[personal profile] postictal 2018-04-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
We were all afraid. Every one of us. Even Alex, do you get that?

[Could he have fixed this? Any of this? Were they all doomed from the start? Is all this just the product of wishful thinking, the false hope that maybe he wasn’t incurably toxic, that there was some out they just hadn’t thought of?]

[Who’s he kidding.]


Was it worth that?