[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

[souris_keteer]

[At first, Mickey watches with a bit of enthusiasm. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from this kind of fight, he does have his own scythe tucked away in his little hut. But within seconds it's clear this isn't something to cheer on or applaud. This is magical, terrifying, and it's not going to end well.

... Also, are the weapons talking?

We'll get to that later. As the blade comes down, Mickey reaches out, wanting to shield the poor girl - before remembering that this is a memory, so, yeah, she probably got out of this alive. He clutches his chest, exhaling deeply.]

Th-that was really scary...

[the_word_is]

[It’s been a while since then, but the intensity of the memory still catches Maka off guard. Her heart pounds like she’s in the middle of a fight, and her hands curl into fists. She’s not angry at the memory, no, she’s angry at someone who wasn’t even visible then, she’s angry at the person who caused this fight.

Maka puts a hand on Mickey’s shoulder and smiles reassuringly, then writes a note out on her whiteboard and shows it to the mouse. ]

We were okay. Crona’s one of my best friends now.

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey turns to see her, and is much more relieved to see the real, physical Maka.

... Though the words throw him off. He turns back, as if glancing back at the memory, before looking at her again.]

... Best friends? Really?

[the_word_is]

[She nods, firmly.]

Crona's a really good person. It just took a while for anyone to realize that.

[It's... more complicated than that, but there's a lot of history there, a lot of things too close to Maka's heart.]

[souris_keteer]

[As nice as Mickey is, he has a hard time imagining being besties with someone who came that close to killing you. But of course he won't argue it.]

If you say so. Appearances can be deceiving and all... plus, I have no right to judge anyone based on first impressions.

[Given his absolutely awful one to her royal highness.]

[the_word_is]

[Yeah, Mickey, she saw those memories. But that’s not what she’s thinking about when she nods.]

You’re a mouse.

[souris_keteer]

[Blink-blink.]

What does that have to do with anything?

[... Ah.]

... Oh, right, not every world has folks like me. So I already make an impression even wen I'm not doing anything.

[the_word_is]

[Maka nods, firmly. ]

[souris_keteer]

[he huffs a bit.]

That's kind of unfair... but I guess it can't really be helped.