Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

[heromedal]

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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[panpiping]

[They scurry about like a very large rat, and most of their "slowing down" so Héctor can keep pace is more just...going back and forth across the halls in snuffling zigzags. Whatever works.

Whenever they seem to catch a scent, their lion-like tail raises like a flag, and now and again they stop near a floating orb, sit their butt down to wait for Héctor, and whap at the floor with their tail. They found it! Probably! They did good!! Gathering up a fair number of them will take a while, but Wist seems more than willing to focus on this for as long as they need to. Their chirpy exclamations of "pretty!" and "mine! mine!" do slip into some sing-songy fae language or a simple "ooh" more and more as time passes, though.]

[unpocoloco]

[Well, it's not slow but it'll do. He goes along scooping up one little memory ball after another. It is going to take a while, but he's been in more dragging situations. If Wist can focus, he certainly can. The first few get comments of approval, but as they go on he simply collects them, maybe with a small laugh at the exclamations of awe, so long as he can grasp them as such. He'd ask about the language but, well, there's an endeavor he definitely doesn't have an undead life-span for.

Speaking of having time...]

Whew. Okay. We're going to have to stop for now. I don't think we're going to be able to get every single one out there before sunrise. Let's look at what we've got and we can gather more tomorrow night. Sound good?