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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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.