daybreakacademy | Memory Sharicus

About 8 am on July 15th, Rex does something stupid in his usual genius way. It was meant to be a small, simple test run of a method to scan a person and instantly gain all the data he needed to produce a Phantom.

The small field the spell was meant to spread just kept growing, until popping like a bubble with the most counterintuitive sound of all- two seconds of white noise, sounding as if it was coming from inches away. Not everyone heard it. But everyone who did...

It's a painless process, almost ticklish and instantaneous as numerous coloured orbs fly out from their chest, taking wild curving trajectories that launch them all over the academy and some of Soleil, coming to a sudden stop and hovering silently for just a few seconds.

That's when they start to slowly float towards the nearest possible recipient of the memory they contain, accelerating as they get closer as if thought and mind have a unique sort of magnetism.

It's sort of beautiful to see, really, not that Rex will notice because 60% of his mind is consumed with fear he will get into trouble and the Phantom project will be compromised. On the other hand, the Phantom project could provide the perfect scapegoat. So about six hours after the initial event, he released his latest creation- the Phantom mischief-maker, Waggery!

What a disaster.

(( ooc: The planning post is here! Be careful to warn for the nastier memories! If you already have memories planned to share, feel free to write them as a top level or just put up your character and link to the planning/make it a free for all. There'll be a post below for Waggery shenanigans and random NPC memories up for grabs. ))

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[Doesn't look it, doesn't feel it... She frowns, and after a few moments-]

What makes something 'home'?

[It's a sad question to ask. It's a question he mulled over long ago, to a lesser degree but all the same.]

It's the place where you're most safe. You're safe to be you. Safe to relax and be still. Where you have good memories. It's the place where you're closest to the people who love you. And who you love too. Your family. It's the place where you're least afraid. Or lonely.

[A place where you're 'most' safe. As Héctor explains more and more, Reira only feels more and more confused. Home doesn't feel like the right word for Daybreak after all. But she's been here so long, it's surely the safest place isn't it? And she's learning to stay awake while possessed, so that's pretty Her. And there's good memories. And people who like her, she thinks. And.

...] ...how do you know though?

If it's the right place?

Do you remember we talked about friends? How it's something you'll just... know? This is kind of like that. Some people are born with it right away. For others, like you or me, it takes longer. And it's something we have to find first.

[And that part is hard. He can't make that part easier. It feels like forever. But...]

There may be people, friends you love more than anything in the world someday. They can be your family, if you all want to be. And then, when you find a place you love too, where you know you're safe, as safe as you can be, you and your family... When you know there is nowhere else in the world you want to be, where, being away from it breaks your heart a little, and being away from the people there breaks your heart a lot...

That's how you know what home is.

[Reira does little more than nod, when he asks about that last conversation. She remembers it quite well. (He seemed very sick after all)

But it doesn't make the answer any better of course. All she can really do is turn her head down, brows furrowed in thought.]

...Why are the important things all like this? Where you don't have the answer, and you just 'know' when it's right? ...it makes things too hard.

That's a question a lot of people ask, Reira. No one really has an answer. But too hard sounds impossible. It's not. It just takes a lot of time. You live your life between all that. And you remember that when you finally do find it, it'll be worth it.

[He touches the top of her head just slightly, to keep her looking up.]

[There's not really a lot to say to that. She's looking up, but she doesn't know what to say.

...]

...It would be nice to know sooner. ...Then I wouldn't make people hurt by asking about things. [It's nice to know when what you say is going to hurt someone after all.]

[His face still manages to fall, somehow.]

Ay, niñita, it is not your fault. You're not trying to hurt anyone. Some things will make people sad, but that happens. That doesn't mean it's not something they can handle or that you can handle together, if you need to. It's okay. We're both okay.

Edited 2019-08-06 03:06 (UTC)

Really..?

[Oh don't question it Reira..!] ...Okay.

...Are you going to be okay? ...I just thought it was nice to talk about something I thought we both got to see, since mostly no one knows what I mean...

[He takes on a softer look, a hint of smile there even if it's got a weight behind it. It doesn't fade as she goes, growing bigger rather. Softer and sadder, somehow both. She has point. One he hadn't thought of and one he considers quietly now.]

I'll be okay. I am okay. I'm very close to getting home. And... now that you mention it, it is nice to think about the better parts. I don't know how much of the same things we saw but, those guys... those were good. I hope they were doing well when you saw them too.

[Well...That, at least, makes her feel a little better.] Mnh-

Yeah. ...I think so, at least.

I'm really glad to hear that.

[Truly, he is.]

Maybe some time you can tell me about some of the nice places you saw out there. Share stories, like you said.

Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

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should we wrap up around here?

Works for me