[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

2; the bad

[jinglejangle]

[The statue is an eyesore.

Not, necessarily, because the man it’s modeled after is one or anything. Jack Morrison is about as close to the de facto idealized man as you could get. But - but there’s something about it that seems off. Unsettling.

You think it’s because that man is very much alive, and you think he doesn’t like you very much. He certainly hasn’t made much effort to get to know you, but you don’t know if that’s because he’s busy, he’s mad at Reyes for bringing you on, or because there’s something about you that he sees and doesn’t like.

You’re banking on the third one. He seems to make sure he always has some free time, and you couldn’t blame him. You don’t like yourself very much, either.

You’re sitting in front of that godforsaken statue, in fuckin’ Switzerland, with a cigarette between your lips. There’s a tablet in your lap but it’s ignored for now as you just…Try to relax. As you take a breather. Life has been nothing but nonstop going and going and going since Gabriel Reyes turned up like a summer storm and ripped apart everything you had grown to know. (You’re not sure if you appreciate that yet or not. It’s only been a few months.)

You let out a breath, feeling a bit like a dragon, and before you know it Jack Morrison is there.

Well.

He’s always there.

But this time he’s not just pushing through the courtyard, talking to anyone else, or holding a tablet or a mug looking like death warmed over. This time he sees you, and he actually makes an effort to walk towards you.

He looks tired.

Aren’t you a bit young to be smoking? isn’t the question you were expecting, least not sounding so - so genuinely concerned, like smoking isn’t the least of your worries right now.

Those are the first words Jack Morrison, the man people say saved humanity, has said to you one one one.

You laugh, and you don’t even know what’s funny.]