MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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Alice Liddell

[irrationally]

Bonding memories - for Allen

[irrationally]

Memory 1 - last 48 hours

[irrationally]

(cw: murder, talk of child abuse, talk of oldfashioned ideas about mental health, talk of death sentences)

Everything in London has always been like this - dark, dirty, left to waste away - but as you head down the trains of the train station, it somehow feels like things are extra dirty down there. Even your own outfit is covered in grime, and these dusty steps sure aren't doing much to make your shoes look any better, but you don't care. You're heading down the steps with purpose, and anger makes your blood boil as you see the person standing there once you descend the stairs.

It's a somewhat older man. Definitely an adult, at least, and the way he's dressed up to the nines is a stark contrast with everything else in the train station.

He turns as he hears the sound of someone coming down the stairs, but you hardly wait until he's done turning to already start talking. "You oozing sore of depravity... children wearing their names around their necks, as if they're breeding livestock!"

The man seems completely unbothered by your anger, no matter how obvious it is on display here. Instead he just laughs. "A declaration of their pedigree. You could use one, they're proud to display their provenance."

"You brute! They can't remember who they are or where they're from. How many minds have you twisted into forgetfulness?"

"Not enough. Yours would have been a triumph. Still, you're an insane wreck. The damage is done. The old Alice and her Wonderland retreat are demolished. You can't even recognize what's happened, and you're powerless to change it or move against me. I've made certain of that."

You can't even bear to listen. His words are like poison, crawling under your skin, and as you speak up, yoi stomps your foot onto the ground in frustration at how useless this all feels. Because he's right. In this society, where he is seen as an important doctor and you are little more than a loonie, you are powerless.

But you can't give up.

"I'll see you charged. In prison, some half-wit bruiser will make you his sweetheart... and then you'll hang!"

The man turns his head slightly, his gaze half-amused, half-curious. "Indeed? A hysterical woman, former lunatic, roaring outrageous accusations against a respectable social architect and scientist. My god, Alice, who would believe you? I scarcely believe it myself."

You bristle. "You monstrous creature! Such evil will be punished!"

"By whom? By what? Psychotic, silly bitch. Your madness will be punished. Now leave. I'm expecting your replacement."

He turns away from you, obviously done with this conversation.

But you don't turn. You don't leave. Instead you slowly take a step towards him, and then another, and then another, each step growing more certain. In the distance there's the recognizable sound of a train growing closer and closer.

You reach out and shove the man onto the tracks, right as the train passes the station. The sound of the train almost drowns out the loud crack.

Memory 2 - good memory

[irrationally]

You are a young girl, sitting on the shore. It doesn't quite seem to be a normal shore though - something is off about it. The fish that jump out from the waves every now and then sure don't look like any fish anyone has seen in any world, and the sky is an incredibly odd shade of green and pink mixed together.

Your company looks just as odd. As you sit in the cool sand there is a creature next to you- a gryphon - with the bottom half of a lion and the top half of an eagle - and the creature standing in front of the both of you is even more odd, looking like a turtle but with the head, hooves and tail of a cow.

You aren't startled by any of it in the slightest though. Instead you stare between the two creatures with a mix of curiosity and eagerness as the sea breeze moves your hair.

The Mock Turtle, the half-cow, half-turtle-like creature, has tears running down its face as it speaks. "You may not have lived much under the sea—" ("I haven’t," you say) —"and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster—" (You begin to say "I once tasted—" but check yourself hastily, and say "No, never") "—so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!"

"No, indeed," you say. "What sort of a dance is it?"

"Why," the Gryphon says, "you first form into a line along the sea-shore—"

"Two lines!" cries the Mock Turtle. "Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; then, when you’ve cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way—"

"That generally takes some time," interrupts the Gryphon.

"—you advance twice—"

"Each with a lobster as a partner!" cries the Gryphon.

"Of course," the Mock Turtle says: "advance twice, set to partners—"

"—change lobsters, and retire in same order," continues the Gryphon.

"Then, you know," the Mock Turtle goes on, "you throw the—"

"The lobsters!" shouts the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.

"—as far out to sea as you can—"

"Swim after them!" screams the Gryphon.

"Turn a somersault in the sea!" cries the Mock Turtle, capering wildly about.

"Change lobsters again!" yells the Gryphon at the top of its voice.

"Back to land again, and that’s all the first figure," said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again and look at you.

But you just laugh. Not in a mean or mocking way, no - you are genuinely delighted by the way these two strange, strange animals were jumping around and talking about nonsensical things. The wind picks up your laughter, carrying it out over the sea.