Memmmmoriiiiessssss of the way we were

[ima_npc]

Who: Everybody
When: Day 02, evening
Where: The Heart Chamber

[Suddenly, the computer's voice comes back online, filling the ship.]

— sting, testing, testing— success.

Attention, crew. Please listen for an important update:

Automated computer self-repair is proceeding without errors. The process has recovered a cache of encrypted data. Decryption of these items is relatively low priority, as they do not directly pertain to the safety of the ship or the crew. However, based on their original indexed locations, this data appears to contain the old crew roster, the computer's original personality matrix, and backups of the current crew's memories.

In addition to being encrypted, the crew's memories have been badly corrupted. Before further decryption can be completed, it is essential to determine which set of memories belongs to which member. One memory from each set has been isolated. Please proceed to the heart chamber and enter a pod to experience the memories. After you are finished, please indicate which belong to whom.

((Ask questions of the computer here
Deposit memory write-ups here. When in a pod, everything feels very real, as if it is happening to them in real time, but is on a set course that cannot be changed. There's an IC pause between each one, so feel free to react to them. Their own memory will feel slightly more "correct" than the others.
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When the pods open...

[ima_npc]

[court_chesster]

[Carne gets out right away, having learned the valuable lesson that memories are awful.]

[the_rogue]

So...uh. Did you get more than one too?

[court_chesster]

I think I got everybody's. Which one were you?

[the_rogue]

The, uh... The tentacle. I think.

[fandisservice]

[ The Tactical Officer climbs out, already running his mouth. ]

So what was this place, the little lost ex-orphan's support network?

[court_chesster]

Apparently! But hey, at least nobody's crying over us back home.

[fandisservice]

Are you sure? Mihael looked like he had a decade's worth of tears still left in him.

[court_chesster]

Sorry, you're right. I'm sure those mob guys would rather I was back there with them, too.

[the_rogue]

[Charming, meanwhile, is trying to figure out who the hell allowed giant horror tentacles to be a real thing.]

[fandisservice]

Going to out which is yours?

[the_rogue]

It was the monster-hunting one.

[fandisservice]

Oh, the bait, wasn't it?

[scribbly]

[Rose needs a few seconds; she looks a little overwhelmed and disoriented. She's still sitting up in her pod when her face scrunches up and she declares to no one in particular:] That was dumb.

[court_chesster]

[With a dark chuckle:] It was, wasn't it?

[scribbly]

Are we all done? Can we do something fun now instead?

[court_chesster]

Sure we can. Tactical Officer and I were thinking it might be nice to go have some snacks. Want to do that?

[And drink heavily, though even he's not gonna openly offer that to a small child.]

[fandisservice]

Try having less dumb memories, then.

[ Calling from his pod, reflexively argumentative as he sits up. ]

Re: When the pods open...

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Stepping out from the pod, expression thoughtful.]

That didn't answer much of anything.

[court_chesster]

Well, we all got to know each other a little bit.

[Humorless chuckle.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

Which one was yours?

[court_chesster]

Homeless kid running away from a murder squad. You?

[fandisservice]

It answered the pertinent question of could shit get worse around here.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

That I think we could have guessed at.

[fandisservice]

So on the bright side, there's no spear-duels, no assholes chasing after small children to acquaint them with information extraction techniques, or large tentacles. Now we have specifics.