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come_sailaway2023-04-10 11:21 am
configuration_birdwatcher) wrote in come_sailaway2023-04-10 11:21 am
(memshare) And if the night comes, and the night will come (Semi-closed)
Who: Memory Bastion, a memory of a bird, and Dimitri. And you?
What: Belated, backdated memshare
When: Late March, but before anyone gets stuck in memory Arcadia. Like the 25th or so?
Where: A memory of the Black Forest in winter
Warnings: Probably gonna get pretty morbid in here, lots of dead omnics, dead humans might show up too. Also like, both these guys (gender-neutral) in the main thread I put this here for have pretty bad PTSD
Notes: I know it's REALLY late to be putting up memshare stuff, but if you still want to thread out one that I offered on the plotting post or you just now realised that you have to have one, come on in, just drop me a line first (DM or in the plotting chat on Discord, or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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1. All the living are dead and the dead are all living; the war is over and we are beginning (Dimitri; others by request)
The rift in the forward stairwell opens onto an entirely different stairwell, in a chilly two-story wood-floored room. It appears to have been abandoned for some time, though there are still a few sacks and barrels in the corners. There are two doors at ground level and two more on the upper level, and any doors they may once have had are long gone, opening onto a snowy landscape.
Outside the door are stone and wood buildings in a state of disrepair, a few tall trees in the open space between them, shrubs and ferns peeking out of the snow, a rickety fence along the edge of a cliff with a view of the mountains in the distance, and some sort of crashed vehicle that judging by the amount of snow on top of it has been there for a while. There's shapes buried in the snow around it and scattered around the clearing, the same sun-bleached orange as the vehicle, that look an awful lot like the armor plates from Bastion's legs and shoulders.
It's not them, though. They do have the same paint job, but they're standing upright and alive with mechanical motion as they toss seeds to a fluffy yellow-green bird. At least, until some underfoot crunch or change in air currents gives you away and they almost topple over as they whirl around to face you, the bird taking flight as the omnic lets out a synthesized screech of surprise that translates to // Why is a human here?!?
2. If there's no one there, then there's no one there (Wildcard)
I'll write you a different starter if you want, just let me know.
What: Belated, backdated memshare
When: Late March, but before anyone gets stuck in memory Arcadia. Like the 25th or so?
Where: A memory of the Black Forest in winter
Warnings: Probably gonna get pretty morbid in here, lots of dead omnics, dead humans might show up too. Also like, both these guys (gender-neutral) in the main thread I put this here for have pretty bad PTSD
Notes: I know it's REALLY late to be putting up memshare stuff, but if you still want to thread out one that I offered on the plotting post or you just now realised that you have to have one, come on in, just drop me a line first (DM or in the plotting chat on Discord, or
1. All the living are dead and the dead are all living; the war is over and we are beginning (Dimitri; others by request)
The rift in the forward stairwell opens onto an entirely different stairwell, in a chilly two-story wood-floored room. It appears to have been abandoned for some time, though there are still a few sacks and barrels in the corners. There are two doors at ground level and two more on the upper level, and any doors they may once have had are long gone, opening onto a snowy landscape.
Outside the door are stone and wood buildings in a state of disrepair, a few tall trees in the open space between them, shrubs and ferns peeking out of the snow, a rickety fence along the edge of a cliff with a view of the mountains in the distance, and some sort of crashed vehicle that judging by the amount of snow on top of it has been there for a while. There's shapes buried in the snow around it and scattered around the clearing, the same sun-bleached orange as the vehicle, that look an awful lot like the armor plates from Bastion's legs and shoulders.
It's not them, though. They do have the same paint job, but they're standing upright and alive with mechanical motion as they toss seeds to a fluffy yellow-green bird. At least, until some underfoot crunch or change in air currents gives you away and they almost topple over as they whirl around to face you, the bird taking flight as the omnic lets out a synthesized screech of surprise that translates to // Why is a human here?!?
2. If there's no one there, then there's no one there (Wildcard)
I'll write you a different starter if you want, just let me know.
no subject
They take a glance at the undisturbed snowy field on the far side of the cliff. They're more confused now than they were before Dimitri tried to explain himself; that clarified nothing and raised more questions, such as 'how did this human miss the entire Omnic Crisis' and 'why did he need to come up here to enjoy the snow when the whole region's been snowy for weeks'. Their sheer bafflement is doing a pretty good job of distracting them from freaking out, at least. They emit a puzzled beep. // This specific snow?
They crouch down, scoop up a handful of snow with their manipulator arm, and offer it to the inexplicable human. Ganymede chirps at Dimitri, which goes untranslated.
no subject
Dimitri mashes the handful of snow against his face. It's cold enough to burn, and it's the best thing he's felt in ages.
His face is bright pink when he lowers his hands, brushes off his gloves, and heaves a pleased sigh. "Not this snow in particular, no. It's ... " Another sigh, this one exasperated. " ... well, here's the explanation that will sound insane: I came here through a portal from another world. I wasn't able to control when or where it opened. It's always hot in that other world, while I grew up in a climate much closer to this, though plains instead of mountains, so while I had access ... I do apologize for the intrusion. In hindsight that was selfish of me." A statement which will make more sense to the Bastion of the future-present.
More of an intrusion, given ... Dimitri can't keep his gaze from flicking back to the shapes beneath the snow.
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They tilt their head as they process that. His explanation is improbable running to impossible, but so is his presence under these circumstances, so they can't just throw it out as invalid. Teleportation of intact macroscopic entities was proven to be possible by the time Bastion was manufactured, but doing it on purpose under controlled circumstances has such substantial engineering challenges that it remains experimental and dangerous even now, two decades later. This isn't far from the time that Overwatch tests a teleporting plane and loses it in the spacetime continuum on the first flight, although Bastion doesn't pay enough attention to the news - or get access to it often enough, out here in the middle of nowhere - to connect the two.
Also, the human can apparently understand omnicode as well as if Bastion was speaking a phonetic language; the first few things he said could have been a single rambling attempt to make himself understood to a model of omnic he didn't recognise, but that was a direct answer to their question. Which is quite a feat from someone who's not visibly wearing any equipment that could translate radio-frequency transmissions into audiovisual communication and on whose person they can't detect any abnormal-for-a-human heat signatures or chemical or electromagnetic emissions that would suggest cybernetic components. Which indicates access to unknown technology, so either he potentially could have been teleported here or he doesn't need more than a pocketful of supplies to have sufficient heat and sustenance for a very long walk.
// Describe this world?
They follow his gaze to where the shoulder armour of another Bastion unit pokes out from the snow. // That's not recent.