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[EVENT] Memory Tapes

On the morning of November 21st, denizens in the Velvet Room will awake to a message on their phones or by their bedsides in an envelope. Perhaps even on their computer screens.

Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community. In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment. Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.

They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.

What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.

[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]

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[Plus it's good for future palaces anyway. Especially if they are much longer than Madarame's was.

He looks at his tape]

I wonder why they picked VHS tapes rather than DVDs. I know Maruki had tapes with his memories on them in his palace too, but at least he has an excuse.

[What with Maruki being old enough where VHS was more standard.]

Edited 2024-11-23 09:31 (UTC)

[Yaeko shrugs.] I certainly have no idea, but I can agree with the comment that the labeling leaves something to be desired.

[Like, oh, labels.]

[Ren looks at the tape again and notices the lack of a label.]

I get not wanting people to cheat, but that just seems dumb to me. I should make a label for this one.

[Especially if he wanted to watch it later. There wasn't anything that said they can't view their own tapes.]

I suppose the lack of one has served its purpose by now.

Pretty much. What do you have for making a label for a VHS tape?

[It doesn't have to be fancy. Just be able to know which tape is which.]

I'm not sure how well it would stick, but I do have some washi tape around here somewhere. [She's utterly spoiled for choice, with everything being free. It's a nice change of pace.]

I DO NOT shoot myself. I simply excel in dying and making it everyone's problem. On second thought can we like not engage with this. please.

Akira grits his teeth as he looks at the replies flying in around the network- considering the next best way to gear himself up for the inevitable. He's usually very prepared for something like this but something tells him he wouldn't be able to contain this secret for long.

Or maybe...he should pose as a newcomer?

The wide-eyed innocent response almost takes him back to how he first started in all of this. Despite getting arrested when he tried to undo his own grief...he had it all together atleast.
And now?
Now it all seems like a distinct memory.

I see. Though, Phoenix, I doubt a blood sacrifice to summon you into her world will make her happy either.

Ah. You have one of my memories. Can you drop it off at my house as soon as possible? Or I can meet you, whichever you prefer.

[At least it's Rose. She won't judge, whatever she saw. Probably one of the better people to receive one of his- not that he's happy about it regardless. He didn't ask to have people rooting through his memories.

And he shouldn't ask, he shouldn't, but-]

What did you see?

[Oh for fuck's- him? Seriously? Him? Of all fucking people-

But... ugh. He needed to contact Drake anyway, considering what he saw on one of the tapes he just watched. It can't be anyone else.]

Likewise, unfortunately.

[He hates he hates he hates-]

If it's all the same to you, let's meet at the central shopping district in Inaba.

Meanwhile, Falcon is staring at Kira's tape, roiling anger burning through his circuits.

He knew it. He fucking knew this asshole was bad news, and the tape he just watched confirmed all his suspicions. Noble as his intentions may have been at first- saving people- he can take over people's bodies. He can control them by having their picture, he fucking knew it.

If the end of the tape was anything to go by... those noble intentions didn't last very long. If they ever truly were noble to begin with.

Selfish, manipulative asshole. Falcon fucking knew it.

He fumes as he looks at the perfectly fine tape, despite breaking it in two moments ago. He tried throwing it out, but it just reappeared, just like the message earlier said. He needs to return it, apparently.

Fuck. He is not meeting with that piece of shit.

He's briefly distracted when the doorbell rings, and when he opens, it's a package for him. And inside...

One of his own tapes, and at the bottom of the box: Just destroy it. No point in checking.

------

Falcon, of course, checks anyway. He doesn't know who sent this package, but he needs to know what they saw-

He almost agrees with the message. He almost wishes he hadn't.

He's horribly, unnaturally still by the time the tape ends, his fans loudly blowing air as he- fuck, he doesn't know- he's- he hates this. He hates this. He wants to fucking cry, and scream, and-

His mom. His mom.

Why this memory? Why, why, why would they unearth- why would they fucking-

A horrible, glitchy noise leaves his throat, his fingers digging into his arms- hard enough that he can hear the metal protesting and whining. He hates this fucking place. He hates it so much. He's going to kill Shido, everyone in the conspiracy, and Igor and his guard dogs.

Someone saw this. And he doesn't even know who it was.

------

He doesn't move for a very, very long time after that. His mind keeps spinning and spinning and spinning, catching itself in a neverending loop of fury, of horror, terror, every negative emotion he is capable of feeling.

His eyes snap towards Kira's tape after what could either be minutes, or hours. It feels like hours- but his internal clock tells him it has only been around 15 minutes. He's received other tapes too, but this one-

Fuck. He's not meeting with Kira. He refuses. Returning the tapes to everyone else is gonna suck enough as is, but Kira-

No.

He doesn't even really know where Kira lives, but he's not meeting with him. The box, however, does give him an idea. He grabs the tape, shoves it carelessly into the box- he needs to get out anyway, he can't fucking stay here right now. He needs to- he needs to do something. The images of his mom flit through his mind and FUCK-

He can't cry, but he can scream, and he can mistreat boxes that contain tapes. By the end, the box is more like a sad heap of cardboard forcibly ducktaped to the tape in question, and if he had a throat to feel raw, it probably would. He carries it with him as he goes out, angry footsteps echoing through Inaba. When he arrives in the Velvet Room, neither Igor nor his attendants are there- probably for the best, because despite getting his ass kicked earlier, he's not sure he could hold back from trying to fight them.

He throws the box down near the conspiracy board, glaring at it, before he pulls up the network.

"Your tape is in the Velvet Room. Stay the fuck away from me, Kira, you body-snatching piece of shit."

With that, he storms out once more, the image of his mother's dead body still on his mind, mixing with the grim details of Kira's tape into a cocktail of horror and fury.

As if this couldn't get any worse.

Despite the message he received in the morning, Kou hasn't found any tapes in his posession. Not that he wants any, but he received the message, so clearly, he's got something to do with all this bullshit.

He hopes it was a fluke. Somehow, he knows it wasn't. He hopes nobody received a 'tape' of his memories, but...

Exhaustion pulls at him. Why this shit. All he wants to do is roll over and go back to sleep, but he probably shouldn't leave this. Who knows what kind of memories he stands to lose? He can't lose them, memories are all he has-

After struggling with himself for hours on end, he finally manages to post a message on the network.

"hey. if you suspect you've got one of my tapes, you can find me in"

He almost writes Leblanc, but... he can't. He fucking can't. All this memory shit is making him think of Goro, and the smell of Leblanc would only...

He inhales deeply on the cigarette in his mouth.

"shibuya. i'll be in bikkuri boy, the diner."

----

Indeed, about half an hour later, Kou has managed to drag himself into the diner, and order a surprise sando- although it's just kind of sitting there, really. Kou himself seems to just be kind of sitting there as well, fiddling around with his phone, but he looks bored. And tired.

Edited 2024-11-23 14:06 (UTC)

hey. can you please come to the diner in shibuya if you've got my tape? thanks

Edited 2024-11-23 13:00 (UTC)

of course. I’ll see you then. I can still delete the post if you wish though it appears it’s already been seen. Apologies for the attention this has drawn. I wasn’t aware this was a big deal
It’s time travel, I mean of course it’s a little bit of a big deal.
But if it’s already been seen then rumors can spread and… yeah

I’m sorry there’s more than one time traveler???? What is wrong with this place!

Yep, Akira can see that it is seen as well.
Lucky me.
His heart pangs in his chest- sheer panic building up within his nerves as he looks at the comments now spewing through this Akechi's comment and he half wishes that people could die so that he could shoot himself in the head again.

Just delete the post. Please.

Edited 2024-11-23 14:24 (UTC)

Well, he has no reason not to do so. No reason to be an asshole unprompted.
very well, I’ll do so. I’ll see you in an hour

If anyone else were to look after this point they’d see that his original post is now deleted.

sure thing! I’ll be there in 30. ^-^

It won't. But she'll have the option, if she can't handle what's coming herself. Whether she wants anything to do with me after this or not, I'm not letting her leave without arming her with every tool I possibly can to save her mother. what about you, though how are you holding up, I know this has to be rough for you I didn't get one of yours, but if you need to talk

I see your point. I don't know if it'll help, but I won't stop you. It's most important we let her know what's coming, and hope she won't hate us afterwards. Also you know how I feel about Igor and his great ideas. I fucking hate this, I hate that other people can see my memories, which isn't to say anything of how I'll lose them if some dipshit decides not to return them. I can't stand it. I genuinly hope, with every fiber of my being, that Igor explodes on the spot. Speaking of, though, did you want me to drop off the one I got at yours?

thanks

And indeed, when she arrives, she can find Kou sitting in the diner in Shibuya, nestled away in the corner of a booth. In sight of the entrance, of course, but still clearly trying to cut himself off from the rest of the world. He's idly stirring a coffee, but not paying attention to... much of anything. He seems like he's lost in thought. He certainly hasn't noticed her.

Edited 2024-11-23 17:10 (UTC)

And there he is! Hannei did make quick work to arrive. She’s got the tape under one arm and a reply already in her head.
Because oh boy she has uh, some words about what memory she saw.
But first things first. She approaches the table Kou is sitting at, making it a point to make her presence known by her footsteps.
But just to be sure she’s noticed, as to not startle him, she waves.
“Corvus-san, hi!” She greets. She doesn’t feel like the excitable pep is needed right now, so she’s a bit more restrained.
Or maybe she’s just a bit nervous.

The footsteps make him look up, and he quickly notices Hannei. He looks a little apprehensive, but mostly sounds tired as he greets het in return.

"Kugutsu-san," he says, nodding, before his eyes fall to the tape. "Thank you for bringing my tape."

Warmth from the kiss ripples through him in a wave. He turns, brushing Ren's hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears with a deft hand. "Brings it home, doesn't it? No wonder he couldn't get over what Futaba did, even if he saw the necessity."

But there's an elephant in the room. He lowers his voice. "We're going to go back. And we're going to stop him, and make him pay for what he's done. I won't allow anything else."

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