SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: TEMENOS

[murdergate]

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[inquired]

You could try, but I will hold no responsibility for what would happen to you if you did.

[ smite smite smite etc

but - ah, that's more interesting to him, actually, and his eyes light up a bit. ] Oh? Perhaps you won't mind a bout of questioning, then.

[murdergate]

I live for the day. Go ahead. I don't know if you heard my basic synopsis. We were in one of those storms--became a manor and each room had a memory.

[ trying not to get smote out here ]

[inquired]

Did you all have to remove or destroy anything from it?

[murdergate]

Not exactly. The memory would first be presented as a best-case scenario version. Whoever 'owned' the memory would be fully immersed while the rest of us would be straddling the line between the fake, good version and the terrible, real one. The goal was for the memory owner to commit, I guess, to either the fantasy or the truth.

[inquired]

Hmm.

[ well, okay. temenos pushes off the side of the door and reaches into his pocket, pulling out that well loved notebook of his and clicking his pen as he flips to a page of notes and begins to write. ]

So, the theme of the fantasy versus reality carried over, but not the object itself... it keeps with what we've seen so far, even still. The waves are likely what are causing us to miss out on the visions of flesh walls that everyone else is able to see, at least in my theorizing.

Interesting.

[murdergate]

[ hand over his mouth. swallowing. mmhm. stay down. hand lowers. ]

We could do another experiment.

[inquired]

[ the way to his heart is questionable behavior

eyebrow raise ]

Oh? I'm listening.

[murdergate]

I know our home items are spotty with their powers, but if I put Keys on my eyes while they're active... take a walk around... I should be able to see corruption, at the very least. Not sure if it'll blind me like it did Lucien, though. And I don't have eyeballs to spare in the same way.

[ it's an offer. want to take a stroll, temtem? ]