[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

[thermalwind]

He stares hard at the fire. He wouldn't have told that story if he'd known the memory would play out. "It means I'm only half human. The rest of the Blades you saw are Galra and I am too." Keith raises his head, thinking over what to say and adds,

"The Galra have been terrorizing the universe for over ten thousand years. The Blades are rebels against their own kind." He'd learned the Galra were the enemy and only just got to accept that some were on their side. "It was a bit of a shock at the time."

[shineinside]

Keith... isn't human?

He looks like anyone else, but that's no real indication of anything, is it? Paragon Diamond wasn't human, either. Looking like a human doesn't mean you're human... and not being human doesn't mean you're automatically an enemy, either.

"Finding out that you had so much in common with something so terrible... That must have been awful. But it also sounds like even among those who weren't half-human, there were good Galra, right? Hopefully that made it easier to take."

[thermalwind]

"Of course it did." It was how Allura had reacted that really made it harder. "I'm just mad that I didn't get the chance to tell that myself. I was just going to talk about the Blades and their mission." Not his father. Not his emotions that were on display for everyone around them. It's exposure he really didn't want. Keith rakes his hand through his hair.

"I thought we were just telling stories. Not...seeing what really happened."

[shineinside]

"I thought so, too. The way other people described it was nothing like this..." Does that mean that some of her own memories will end up on display in the same way? There's things buried in there that she doesn't even want to see again for herself, let alone show them to everyone else.

"Do you think something strange is going on? I mean, strange even by the standards of this place."

[thermalwind]

"Yeah. I guess not even this is unaffected by weirdness." He draws his knife and it melts, expanding and stretching into the familiar long blade. He holds it up to let the fire's light play across it. "I'd refuse to keep participating but I need the boons we can get from this."

He needs more equipment to help fend off the Night Creatures. "At least we can pick what memories we want people to see. We just have to think harder before we talk about them."