[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.

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[souris_keteer]

Mickey is about to say no, it doesn't fix anything, of course not. But that won't help. Gabe needs to let this all out, and if Mickey is the verbal punching bag to do so, then that's what'll happen. Shoot, he'd offer a hug if he thought Gabe would accept it. (He's assuming that would be a no.)

So Mickey decides to just keep quiet and allow Gabe to say all he needs to say, shaking his head to let the boy know he's still listening.

[ungrieved]

Oh, does he think that makes it better, too? He's stricken into silence. He can't even wrap his stupid little head around it, can he?

"My mom loved me," says Gabe. He folds his arms over his chest before realizing the motion feels insincere, incomplete, and he lets them drop to his sides again. "She loved me so much she never wanted to let me go. Everyone else, they wanted to forget that I was ever there. They didn't even say goodbye. They didn't even say goodbye!"



His hands are around his chest again.

Hugging himself. Holding tight.

[souris_keteer]

Mickey's urge to hug the guy increases, but again, he's not 100% sure that's the route to go.

However, Mickey now has words.

"We might not get the chance to say goodbye here, too." It's a sad little warning. "The friends we make here... sometimes they vanish and we don't realize it right away. We're pretty sure they went home." Not entirely, but it's better than believing the alternative. "But even if we can't say what we want to say, before the right time... we will remember. I promise I will always remember you. You don't have to believe me... you don't have to believe anythin' I've said. But I will remember."

[ungrieved]

He could just disappear. Again. He could disappear and never come back, doomed to be left in some perpetual halfway state, the same as ever. Even this could be snatched away - this second chance he wanted more than anything.

He thinks that’s good enough? The promise that he’ll be remembered?

He’s heard that one before.

“That’s what they all say.”

[souris_keteer]

The response is no surprise. Someone this bitter isn't going to trust easily. "Then I'll just have to seek you out more often, and make more memories about you." He wipes the remains of his tears with his back of his hand, wearing a soft little smile.

[ungrieved]

“Good.” He says it brightly, abruptly so, as he wasn’t just bristling with a swarming rage. It’s a tad too cheerful, honestly, but Mickey seems, to him, blind enough not to worry about things like that.

He’s grinning again. Poor sod has no idea, does he?

“As many memories as it’s possible to make.”

[souris_keteer]

Indeed - as far as Mickey thinks, this is a good outcome! He's calmed Gabe down, and made him a promise, one he intends to keep. Mickey will truthfully seek him out at every opportunity, even if all he gets in return is more hurtful barbs. Maybe in time Gabe will ease up, but there's no rush. Pain has no set number when it comes to healing.

He offers a friendly hand to shake. "Then it's a promise. I'll make as many memories as I possibly can, all about you!"

[ungrieved]

Oh, Mickey. Mickey, you’ve made a fatal and terrible error.

You’ve just promised Gabe attention.

It’s difficult to contain his excitement over that one - fighting back the boyish enthusiasm that threatens to overtake the hungry fixation. He’s never needed to school his expression for another’s benefit before. It for the sake of effect.

“Promise.” He doesn’t take the hand offered to him, but he doesn’t stop smiling either.

What perfect fun this will be.