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Odd things happened all the time on the station, by now that was a given, but for the last few days things had taken a turn for the worse. A distraught Lain's ability to manipulate the collective unconscious had spun out of control after fusing with the stations holodeck. With the consciousness, memories, thoughts, and emotions of every living on

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Jinto: Open!

[weeabhoo]

Jinto didn't panic when he saw the console near him in this hallway light up, nor did he immediately connect it to the sadist on the network. It was only when he found himself inside a huge hologram that he became worried.

It was a familiar groundcar. Bisected by the holographic car, he saw himself as a child and an older man in the front seats. The older man was berating Jinto's father. Young Jinto could feel the weight of that anger and bitterness, heavy in that suddenly cramped car. Teal Clint had gone from being a nice enough friend of his dad's to this almost shaking ball of rage. He remembered wondering if he would be struck. Noone had ever even thought of striking him before.

He backed away, not wanting to give whoever was doing this the satisfaction of watching him be paralyzed with the sting of this painful memory. But as he did, he saw the next console down the hallway light up, and the next...

Re: Jinto: Open!

[prideofabh]

Lafiel was fleeing her own demons. Well, not fleeing. An Abriel did not flee. Nor did they storm off in a huff after everything short of puncturing the hull failed to dissolve the images of their embarrassments and failures. It was a tactical retreat to locate the source of the problem.

Of course, then she had to run into Jinto. She wasn't sure which was worse: having all her faults exposed for random strangers, or for someone whose opinion actually mattered. She nearly turned around, before realizing it would be a weakness she refused to admit to. He had to have seen her.

Re: Jinto: Open!

[weeabhoo]

Luckily Jinto was too distracted by his own angst to notice that Lafiel was fleeing in a huff. Her expression was tight lipped with her eyebrows narrowed, but that was Lafiel's response to a good quarter of all stimuli.

"Lafiel!" He whirled towards her. "It's digging up our memories."

In front of him, Teal was berating his nine years old self, who was shaking and close to tears.

Re: Jinto: Open!

[prideofabh]

'I've noticed," Lafiel said. Some of the monitors were starting to shift to reflect her own memories: merely embarrassing ones, like the time she was upset when her father told her her other gene-donor was the family cat, or Admiral Spraugh remarking on her dyed hair, and some that looked actually painful: losses in battle Lafiel took personally.

She was avoiding looking at them, even the ones that were clearly Jinto's. Of course, she couldn't turn off her ears or spacial sense as easily as she could avert her eyes. "Come with me; we're finding a place where these aren't, even if we have to go outside this station in suits."

Victoria: Open

[eternal_dolly]

Victoria was not one to use the network often, except to call her beloved and other close friends in emergencies and moments of great import, and thus had not bothered with the malicious entity currently occupying the net.

Instead she could be found in her room sewing, as she often did in moments of downtime. Her serenity would not last long, however, as the entirety of her abode became engulfed in a colorful scene from the earlier days of her life. A small, blond haired girl stood before her, crying torrents of tears with great speed and volume. On the ground before the girl lay a doll dressed in an intricate gown, while it's head lie smashed against the sidewalk.

Victoria herself seems deeply effected by the scene, and can only respond with a ear-splitting cry filled with fear and terror, as well as crying in a manner much akin to the the young girl standing before her.

[ooc: When Victoria was a small child her favorite doll broke after falling from her backpack on the way to school. This incident formed the basis of her

[wheelsandbeats]

The perfect thing for a matched pair of bawling people to see is a gray, horned kid with yellow eyes and jagged pointy teeth come around the corner. His demonic appearance is thankfully somewhat reduced by the fact that he's wheelchair bound, and his expression is 100% concerned.

It changes to indecision when he sees what's waiting for him in the room. Tavros wasn't sure what his plan was when he charged in to investigate, but it flew out of his mind.

"Uhhh..."

[eternal_dolly]

As Tavros enters the room, the image of The younger girl shifts as she attempts to scrape together what remains of her newly-headless doll from the rough pavement from upon which it now lays.

The current Victoria, in such a fragile state as she is at the moment, manages to pull herself from the upsetting vision long enough to note her strange looking visitor.

"...Hello" was all she could manage before tears once more overpowered her ability to think and speak.

[wheelsandbeats]

His eyes dart between the past and present Victoria as he tries to figure out how to react to the situation. He settles on the adult. He can see why the girl is crying, and it seems pretty straight-forward to him. He can't figure why a grown woman would be crying so heavily, though, and that warrants investigation.

He inches his wheelchair closer to her. "Sorry, are you okay?"

Hawke: Open

[try_winging_it]

Hawke heard screaming, and old habits died hard. People were running through the hallway, and she had to dodge around them to get through. A memory surfaced: "See, this is why you're the hero, Hawke; you run towards the screaming instead of away from it, and not even because you're intending to loot the remains..." yes, yes, shut up Varric... She reached to her back automatically, looking for her knives, but her hand clunked against the emergency backpack instead, which led to a certain amount of swearing. Right, right, she wore them belted on her hips now, she'd forgotten for a moment. They might not be of much use in space but she felt better for having them, plus the small laser knife in her shirt pocket and the blaster she was still learning how to use. They'd have to do.

Except they wouldn't do at all for this, because what Hawke saw when she turned the corner was a grey-faced woman in a wedding dress, odd scars all over her body, eyes dull and face expressionless. The woman was staggering down the corridor as though searching

Re: Hawke: Open

[truthafterzeend]

Georgia didn't know what the hell was going on, besides that it was every pre-Rising monster movie she'd ever seen and the panicked crowds weren't helping a (very sensible, dammit) fear of being around so many people. She was planning on getting back to her rooms, locking the airlock and hoping whatever this was died out before she had to go looking for more food.

Selfish? Yes. She'd at least see if a corner of the computer network was free to direct people away from any obvious danger, but the only way this could be worse is with zombies.

She turned a corner, and saw Hawke. And something that looked very much like a zombie.

"... That's what I get by thinking about how this could be worse." She was unarmed, like an idiot, because she'd yet to replace her guns with something safe for use in this tin can and didn't have a holster on this stupid quarantine suit. And the woman had knives, which were worse than useless against a zombie. "Hey, you!" Georgia waved. "Run!"

Re: Hawke: Open

[worm_dancer]

Sheeana hadn't checked the network that day, so she had no way of knowing that the shambling abomination (something the Tleilaxu would make, it looked like) she rounded a corner to see wasn't real. Two people she knew stood in its path. Time to put a stop to things.

"Cover your ears!" She said to Georgia and Hawke before holding a hand out and summoning the full power of Voice:

"Stop!"

Re: Hawke: Open

[try_winging_it]

Hawke was about to shout to the other two to wait, but there was no time, and she knew Sheeana well enough not to ignore her. Gritting her teeth, she covered her ears at once.

"Stop!

Even with her ears covered, the power behind the word rocked Hawke back. How'd Sheeana do that

Sheeana: Open

[worm_dancer]

Sheeana's memories were more obviously a tableau, presented from all sides, on every surface. If you looked at it, it would zoom in for you, become 1/2 scale and 3d in front of you. From above, a desert village. Scattered about were small dots: children, hunting the day's Spice catch. Shaitan left it, and it could be traded to the Guild buyers for enough to line a new windtrap or repair an old stillsuit.

Then a far off rumble from the sands. Sheeana watched her village swallowed by the maw of the monster. She was denied even the dignity of a death with her peers.

The real Sheeana drew her crysknife in a rage and buried it in the nearest console, provoking a shower of sparks and shattered glass. The resemblence to a wound on a human was pleasing.

Re: Sheeana: Open

[livvimahelt]

'It isn't real.' An unvarnished statement from the solemn-eyed girl who stood examining the tableau, who had witnessed Sheeana's outburst of fury. Livvi thought she knew what was happening, knew better than most. It was her role to be

an anchor

to offer what help she could. Wasn't that what she always did? What had it called her, healer girl? That was Livvi Mahelt alright. She felt lighter today, less connected herself, half-dreaming.

Obviously the entity, whatever it was, wasn't about to go back to the otherworld simply at her bidding, but if it could create such detail as this? Livvi raised a hand, directing, zooming into the grisly scene as it played out again.

'This was long ago.' Sympathy in her voice, almost pity. 'Wasn't it? That means there's not a soul in the world who could do a thing to change it.'

Re: Sheeana: Open

[worm_dancer]

Sheeana whirled on the girl. She was not easy with most children. Her expression didn't soften. Those blue within blue eyes remained cold as some frozen sea.

Her first impulse was to throttle her for daring to think she needed pity. Her training and the insistence of Other Memory made her reconsider and instead summon the full power of Voice.

"Was this your doing?"

Re: Sheeana: Open

[livvimahelt]

It was shock enough to prevent Livvi from slipping any further into dream-state and bring her, instead, back to reality with a jolt. She backed away, terror in her eyes.

'No...' she blurted out, powerless to lie about it even had she wanted to. 'No, I tried to stop it, I told it to go back, but it wasn't I that caused it.' She was innocent of that, at least.

Sah'ot: Open (warning: dolphin sexual harrasment)

[2sexy4myuplift]

Sah'ot's shame was more mundane. All he saw was a highlight reel of every woman, human or fin, that he'd ever struck out with. And boy what a highlight reel. A seemingly endless parade of slaps, insults, vaguely worded excuses, stompings and stinging Trinary haiku. It went all the way back to his adolescence, when he'd first tried to awkwardly rub against one of the Uplift Board scientists all the way up until he'd mistaken Yuri Lowell for a girl and pinched him on the butt.

Oh and it was all set to the Benny Hill Theme.

*Stinging volcanics/make one wish/to dive away from shame* he self pityingly said in Trinary while trying his best to melt into the wall.