[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

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[the_word_is]

[Maka gets it, after her time in the Box. She knows about empty buildings and cracked walls and empty bellies and wiping mold off something you might almost think about eating if you wanted to take the risk. She has things she’s found, too, things tucked away in her backpack like treasures more valuable than they actually are.

The memory fades out, and there’s Maka standing there with a smile and something hidden in her hands. She gestures without releasing her careful grip.

Tilt your head a little, Ren. Maka has a real flower she wants to tuck behind your ear.]

[catpiper]

[It's not an unpleasant memory to her, having spent a majority of her life that way. Scavenging for items and finding treasures like plastic flower in her hair made a seemingly fruitless day worthwhile.

The moment Maka tucks that flower behind her ear, she raises her hand to brush her fingers over the petals and offers a smile. Her new friend didn't need to do anything to tip the scale in her favor. She's aware of how kind she is just by the way Pumpkin trails beside her and yet-

She finds herself happy. Extremely happy. This small gift means the world to her.]

You should wear a pretty flower too.

[the_word_is]

[She nods, picks another flower and tucks it behind her ear. It's been... a long time since she tried to look cute.]

[catpiper]

I'll make you something pretty.

[Not now. She wants it to be permanent and not a fixture that remains in this world.]

When we wake up, I'll do that for you.

[the_word_is]

Thank you [She signs. This is... nice. It's nice having a friend here.]

[catpiper]

[That's a sentiment Ren shares and the thank you makes her smile.]

We can make something for Pumpkin together.