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voidmissions) wrote2022-05-15 05:21 pm
voidmissions) wrote2022-05-15 05:21 pm
MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)
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!
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!
Devero
48 hours
You're not feeling it today. You're hardly paying attention to what you're doing as you step into your assigned maintenance bay and the machine in front of you reaches out to connect. You're really just going through the motions as you flick a hand, accepting the link, and then flick it again as you access Babysitter's UI through your tac visor. Your attention remains on the note you've just received.
The front of the bipedal machine hanging in its cradle folds open and without looking you reach up, grabbing this handle, putting your foot there, twisting neatly around to settle back into the pilot's rig, rereading the words the whole time. You grab the control joysts but it's the barest flicker of neural intention that has the cockpit close up around you, the exo's HUD loading up around you as the feed from your visor automatically flicks off. Only now do you dismiss the Administrator's message. You've got work to do.
You shrug yourself down from the cradle, biofeedback tactors making sure you feel it when your otherself's feet hit the floor. The thud is so familiar you don't even notice; your attention is now on the far end of the hangar. Babysitter's exterior cameras track, per the minute movements of your eyes seeing through its instruments, down to the wiry woman standing in front of the training rigs while a handful of prospective jockey recruits struggle through their first linkup.
Used to be, you'd be watching them as closely as she is, evaluating which of these kids has the chops to really inhabit one of these machines. Today, you just thud your way down the hangar, arriving right when the timer hits 0.
"--This is as far as I can take you," Chihyoon is saying as you step out of the gloom and into the spotlight. She jerks a thumb over her shoulder at you as you pull the trainer feeds from all the rigs into Babysitter's HUD. "It's his turn now," she informs the group, before stepping aside.
You know the part you're meant to play in this little act, but you can't seem to summon the enthusiasm for it. You don't even open your cockpit, instead just casting your interior cam view out to the trainer rigs. "I'm Devero," you tell them flatly. "and I hope you all have your shit together. Let's do this."
Your gestured command drops the trainers from their cradles, the jockeys inside getting their footing with various degrees of ease. Watching the monitoring feeds from their machines more than your cameras, you wait long enough to make sure none of them are going to fall, then you turn and lead your way to the bay doors.
They'll keep up, or they won't. You don't really care right now. You just want to get through your work quick as you can, so you can be ready to respond to the summons in the message you received.
You're going to see your Madame tonight.
Positive
You think you've got it right, though, all the internal electronics painstakingly installed inside the casing that you helped design. If it's right, if it works the way it's supposed to, this unit should offer improved proprioceptive biofeedback in the ankles and feet when you're jockeying your machine.
If. If, if, if.
You pull off your visor and carefully pick up the unit, cradling it in your hands as you head across the shop to where Morraine is working on a project of their own. Techstead's stocky head engineer seems involved in what they're doing, their eyes distant through their visor and their hands moving, manipulating images that you don't have access to, but as soon as you're close they gesture what they're doing aside and focus through on you.
"Well?" they ask.
In answer, you proffer your work.
For as stocky as they are, Morraine's hands are surprisingly long-fingered, something that seems to strike you every time you see them compared to your own massive mitts. They take the PBF unit out of your hands and retreat to their desk with it. You wait, feeling like a kid in front of an instructor as they analyze what you've made.
They don't keep you hanging for long. They look up with a crooked grin on their ruddy face. "Go pull out the PBF unit in your rig," they tell you. "We've got a prototype to install."
You probably sound like a kid, the way you whoop in triumph, but you don't care. It's late at night, and you and Morraine are the only ones in here. This isn't the work you do professionally for Techstead, after all; they've been teaching you on their own time.
As you dogtrot back to your workbench to get your Interface, you can't help but reflect on how damn lucky you are to have Morraine as a mentor, to be encouraged to develop your interest in the technological side of being a hi-tek, to be here at all.
Yep, life's good. And if this thing works the way you and Morraine think it's going to, life will be even better. You can't wait to see what comes next.