pumpkin_space_latte | Memmmmoriiiiessssss of the way we were

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Laughs. His grin is sharper, showing more teeth, but he's undoubtedly pleased to be agreed with. ]

Isn't he just? I prefer the terminology total bastard.

How could he just abandon you like that?

[ PLEASED AS HE IS TO BE FLATTERED, he gestures sharply at the wrist, like he's throwing the comment off. ]

You think I know? That's all the fucking memory I've got.

[ok that is enough flattering for now]

Right, right, sorry. These memories have me all riled up.

Edited 2016-11-11 04:54 (UTC)

Just think— if the computer gets its act together, all these answers can be revealed.

[ Dry, more than enthusiastic or unenthusiastic. ]

Maybe you'll remember punching Chris in the face.

[heh heh. screw that guy.]

I have high fucking hopes for it.

Hope for the best, huh? And I lived to the ripe old age of whatever-age-I-am-now, so I'm looking forward to lots more memories of continuing not to die.

You ought to end up a good backlog of bullshit adventures. Try them out at bars, I bet you'll be a hit.

You think? My strategy was going to be to sit in a dark corner and cry into my beer.

That isn't a good strategy for anything other than getting cut off by the bartender.

How about staying home and crying in my beer? That's cheaper, too.

And dull as shit. How are you ever going to impress anyone like that?

Come on, what would I even do with that kind of attention?

Revel in it? Get your dull ass a date?

Honestly? I can't even imagine myself on a date.

[chuckles darkly, because he actually can't]

[ Claps him on the back ]

Are you fishing for sympathy or a wing man?

I can't say I'm not a little intrigued to see you in tactical wingman action, but I'll take the sympathy. And a beer.

Edited 2016-11-11 08:40 (UTC)

Just find me a bar for it. But in the meantime, if the kitchen can be convinced to cough that beer you've requested up, I'll treat you.

I haven't found a real beer yet, but there are some good-enough options in there.

Why don't you introduce me to them, then?

[ To the kitchen!! Memories or not, he still walks around like he owns the place. ]

Sure.

[He's fine with letting TO take the lead, though he will step up to the food machine.]

There's all kinds of crazy cocktails in there. Like check out this thing.