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solravehmods) wrote2016-01-08 05:49 pm
solravehmods) wrote2016-01-08 05:49 pm
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January Event: As I Lay Me Down
The next assault comes not from the front, or behind, or even from the side. The next assault isn't even physical.
It starts off innocently enough.
You lay down for sleep, curled up in your comfortable beds alone or with a partner. Dreams drift in as always, except you find yourself in unknown territory with faces both familiar and unfamiliar. People that you've met here, spent time with recently or some time ago appear to you in places only known to them. Nothing about the usual oddness of dreams is present in here; there are no fanciful feats denying the laws of physics or jumbled sentences that make no sense. Words are spoken clearly, people respond as would be expected, timelines do not skew or jump about.
It may take some time before you realize you're not in a dream.
You're a memory. A memory belonging to someone else. Innocuous, terrible, and everything in between, these memories are not your own but those of someone you've become associated with in this castle. Someone who is here right now.
It happens slowly at first. You might not even remain in the memory long enough to see everything from beginning to end right away, but eventually you're fully immersed whenever you sleep. You watch events unfold, a bystander in the hazy past of someone you may not even know that well.
And you know what they say about memory being unreliable. Not everyone is an unbiased story teller of their own life, after all. And not everyone wants these sorts of things to be known. Being in someone else's head is a fairly large invasion of privacy after all. But then, that's the point, isn't it?
So once the events have played out to a point where you're at least passingly familiar with what's going on and what's happened, things begin to change. Little details at first. The placement of an object, the response to a question, a person that was there before suddenly not being present...
Bit by bit the memory becomes different, uncertain, twisted. Something that started as a peaceful birthday party is becoming a murder mystery, with the person who's dreams you're invading as the main culprit. A simple back and forth of question and answer has become the torture of an innocent party, and your memory-giver is the one holding the pliers.
Worse still, your presence has been noticed in these "dreams", and the person now knows full well that you've been inside their head. They may interact with you directly, or choose to ignore you as they go about their terrible business, their awful acts becoming more and more explicit as the month goes on.
(Or if your character really is a horrible person from the get-go, it could very easily go the other way around, leaving you talking to some one you saw a week ago doing something terrible now standing in a field of flowers looking as peaceful as anything.)
All of this begs the question...Which was the true memory?
Is this person you thought you knew even a little really something more? Do you question them and try to believe when they plead innocence, or avoid them in paranoid fright? Do you try to take down a potential murderer, or insist that they're not capable of something so awful?
Can any of this be trusted?
BONUS
Oh, kiddies. You thought you were going to get away with breaking the sarcophagi on purpose, didn't you?
The ones that broke them on purpose (not with the intent to free some one) after the new arrivals were freed, you're going to have to put up with all of the above...
As well as having the shadow of a horned boy following you.
Everywhere.
Including your dreams.
And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You turn your head, nothing will be there. You try to attack, it's gone. And no one else but you can see this constant shadow standing right over your shoulder.
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