...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[stefanged]

I don't know.

[It's the truth: Stefan doesn't actually remember this. Or the other memory of Elena, if he were frank.] I'm guessing that I didn't remember what actually got in my eye.

God, I swear, if I was embarrassed about an onion...

[resnipstance]

That's right. It was right after... Elena? Elena cut herself on the chopping board by accident. Then suddenly... whoosh. Blank.

[stefanged]

Weird.

[He furrows his brow, staring down at the cookbook.] That shouldn't have been a big BLANK. It ended with a kiss and her thinking I got something in my eye.

Sorry, Ahsoka. I'm not sure what's going on with my memories.

[resnipstance]

... Is something interfering with them?

[She looks around the room then, as if she could magically spot the interference from where she's standing.]

[stefanged]

[Good question. One he's not willing to answer truthfully, because that would raise even more questions.]

I'm the only one that can interfere. My best guess? I actually was super embarrassed about crying in front of her.

[He shrugs.
> He'll keep this memory too.

If she wants to pick out one or two more items from the box, before he unpacks the rest, she's more than welcome to! Otherwise, it's off to either Alesci, 2011 or Salvatore, 2012.]

[resnipstance]

[Hmmm. May as well go in chronological order, she supposes.

She picks up Alesci, 2011.]

[stefanged]

[When she does, Salvatore, 2009 vanishes in the same flash of light that Stefan's items from earlier had - except, this time, the items migrate to various corners of the room. Stefan's football jersey & leather jacket hang in his closet; the cookbook, yearbook, and snowglobe appear on the bookshelf (and stay there); and even the necklace now hangs from the wall, prominently displayed near the bed.

As for Alesci, 2011? When she opens the box, she'll find the following: an college acceptance letter to Princeton University; a simple silver band ring, with the name 'Alesci' etched inside; a wedding announcement for Damon Ibrahim Alesci & Bonnie [smudged name] and seven-novel-long book series, some YA novels about teenage demigods.

Which one will she unpack first?]

[resnipstance]

[Ugh, books.

She picks up the silver ring, curious.]

[lord_wizard]

[He pulls his hand back and holds his fingers against his mouth, to stop the sound that wants to come out. That idyllic scene of happiness ripped apart in moments had been so vivid that even in the memory, part of him had reached out to try to save the parents before they'd fallen into that void. Also very real is the pain and anger the memory elicits. He'd been victim to that paralyzing helplessness before, though it hadn't been his parents he'd watched die.

There's nothing he can. Nobody he can punish.

It takes a moment for him to steady his breathing and look back at her. He feels useless here, and the search for words only elicits a simple question]

How old were you?

[mordedura]

You can't do that.

[Only Richie can, and he isn't here. In reality, Santanico had been freed before, but she still feels like a prisoner inside. She will as long as Malvado is alive.]

[lord_wizard]

[He's half distracted by the sea of bodies to really study the bartender all that intently just yet, but it's true that he feels a little more at ease here. He's not sure why he's here. The answer feels like it might be out there, but he's not prepared for that plunge.]

What do you recommend?

[It's vaguely flirtatious without trying all that hard.]

[lord_wizard]

He smiles back as if the jest had been intentional.

"Of course. I meant to ask to whom this impressive collection belongs," he says, lightly flattering. He wondered if there was such a thing as mental geography, or if maybe that's where he should search next, if this conversation didn't go anywhere.

[mordedura]

[Santanico snaps out of her thoughts, looking up in annoyance.]

That would be me. You're not supposed to be back here.

it got better over time! and then it got...worse...

[weathervain]

[The weather has changed outside. There's still no wind, but the sun's gone, hidden by grey cloud, and there's rain lightly drizzling down.

Nami's back on deck, but now she's found herself a pink raincoat as she runs across deck; she stops to peer at Nightingale on the way past.]

Not where you wanted to go, huh?

[weathervain]

...yeah. [She's looking at Shawn a little warily now.] I mean, I trust him to show you the right place and not get distracted.

You are meant to be here, aren't you?

[goldenglasses]

Ahahaha, ah, no? But I'm a pretty forgetful person anyway. Um, so! Like your trees!

[Change subject to something maybe a less awkward!]

[goldenglasses]

[He's helping to unpack! So everything appeals to him at the moment. He stares at the contents. Well, a spike made him feel dread. Surely a boring old letter should be safe! Oh! Not so boring! It looks like some kind of acceptance letter! Not that Vash has ever seen a letter like that, but: ...it is with great... part seems important!]

[weathervain]

[He's not the first to think that, especially given the map is of a small island with a red X marked over a village. As Kurt pulls it out he'll find it's also bloodstained-- old blood, very vaguely in the shape of a hand.

Then there's the sound of shattering glass. The room has changed around him to a small, cosy-looking cottage, with furniture made of wood and that Nami seems intent on throwing out the window. The place is already a wreck, cushions and pictures and small odds and ends thrown around; the only thing left untouched is the chair by the table that she sinks into, burying her face in the crook of her arms, her hands clutching at the hair at the nape of her neck. She's only wearing one glove, weirdly.

The grubby map is laid out flat in front of her.

After a moment, the door opens and a girl with short blue hair lets herself in, setting a basket of mikan down by the door. If she's upset by the wreckage, she doesn't show it, expression nothing more than patient.

"Nice mess you've made for me, Nami. What's wrong?"

The orange hair lifts slightly. "Nothing!" But it's weary. "I only came to take a little rest, that's all."

"If you've only come to take a rest, there's no need for you to breaking all the glass and furniture," the girl says dryly. "And why would you be staring so intently at that treasure map if there's nothing wrong?"

She rights one of the chairs and takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. "Didn't you promise to tell me everything?"

"I just lost my cool a bit! That's all."

The girl sighs. And then grins a little. "It was them, right? Who are they?"

Nami's head jerks up in surprise. "You've met them?"

"Just the captain. But he seems like a liar."

"Nojiko..."

But Nami just shakes her head and drops her head into her arms again. The memory starts to fade just as the other girl-- Nojiko-- reaches forward to tug at the fingertips of the glove gently, pulling it off to reveal a hand wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. The very last part is a soft sigh as she stands, heading for a pile of blankets in the corner.]

[goldenglasses]

[As long as Cole continues to hang on the memories will continue off and on.

As he speaks his words about how he can't know the future and that all life is precious; right at the beginning a song hummed by a woman can be heard. Although song or no, it seems like what Cole is saying is getting through to Vash.]

The ticket to the future is always blank. [A women's voice echo's along with Vash's.] And no one has the right to kill another.

[Yet then another memory starts. The room around Cole is shaking, alarms are blaring as a monotone voice tells the crew to get to the escape pods, lights flashing, and then there's pressure as a heavy door is crushing down. No matter how much Cole pushes the door won't stop closing.]

Don't go, Rem! Please! Come with us!

[A dark hair woman smiles down at Cole. Trying to look brave although she's terrified. She can't stop tears from streaming down her face.] It will be okay, Vash. Take care of, Knvies!

[The door shuts her away and seconds later there's the rushing feeling as the escape pod is shot off into space. Then Cole is back, holding onto Vash's hand.]

But I didn't take care of him as I should have. I turned my back instead.

[goldenglasses]

[After he catches his breath for a moment and looks around the room. Nope. He's still not entirely sure who this room belongs to, but there doesn't seem to be much point in sticking around either. He's going to first attempt the door that leads outside.]

[goldenglasses]

[When he loses track of Octavia he decides to stick towards the tents. Wanting to see more of this area. It also gives him more choices for a quick retreat if anything goes south. He won't try talking to anyone right away. Keeping to himself at first and taking things in.]

[sinuosity]

[ This place is old, and the things that live here are either old themselves or pretending to be. Nyssa does not skirt the edges looking through the holes in the walls, or inhale too much of the clear breeze. She is unwelcome, but that's generally the case for an assassin. ]

[ Stopping in front of him, ]

A king in your own mind. Those who think so are either mad or great. Which are you?

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa prowls around the tunnels first, if only to avoid Nux and his machine. She knows what cars are; she uses them in the outside world enough, but the fascination with these things escapes her. It's why, when she finally realises there's no exit, she returns to the centre of the room to pick up the steering wheel, intending to examine it. ]

[touchofrogue]

Unbeknownst to Loki, a fresh piece for the puzzle has just appeared on the table behind him.

"Ya alright?" the fire said quietly.

[redactions]

[ The ache of a brother — but Octavia stands firm and so does JIm. He peers around the camp: seeing the spikes, the tents. Everything that says keep out, this is ours. There's too many people here. ]

[ Time to slip through a hole in the fence and see what's out there. ]