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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welcome to the art gallery. where are the grownups

[scribbly]

[Once memory roulette is over with, it might strike you as strange that a small child is wandering alone in a dark art gallery—but for as long as you are that small child, this is as normal as anything, this is home. Your footsteps echo down the empty hall, you've got a stack of papers clutched to your chest and a box of crayons in one hand.]

Big Sis? [Your voice echoes, too, and nothing answers it.] Hey, Big Siiiis...

[How much she understands your art at all varies, but she should be able to recognize that you've drawn her. It seemed like it would be a nice surprise.

You take a deep breath, and shout:] Big Sis!

[...Nothing. She wasn't in her usual place when you checked earlier, so she must be busy elsewhere.

A little defeated, you plop down to sit in the hall. She'll come this way on her way back, and you don't want to go back to your room right now. You spread the papers out in front of you. There's a scribbly drawing of your older sister in her red dress, smiling and sitting like she usually does with her hands in her lap. You've drawn a girl with bright blue hair, Carrie from one of your storybooks, a few times on one sheet of paper and surrounded her with scribbled candy and cakes. There's a beach, or what you think one must be like from everything you've read, with giant cresting waves and puffy clouds and pink sand and a spiral shaped sun. Maybe you'll get to see one someday soon.

You dump your crayons out on the floor next to you, start a new drawing on a blank sheet of paper: someone's smiling face, their dark hair and a blue dress. Someone with short hair that curls like yours. Someone in a big jacket. All smiling, all standing next to each other.

You draw yourself in the middle; green dress, blonde curls, holding hands with the others on either side of you.

With a long sigh, you prop your face up on your free hand.]

Won't somebody come soon? Won't somebody come soon...

[The art gallery has no answer, offers no sound at all.]