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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[court_chesster]

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.

[fandisservice]

What the hell is that?

[ He asks, entertained by whatever the hell that thing is. ]

Bottled horror movie? Nuclear explosion body count in a glass?

[court_chesster]

What it is is surprisingly alcoholic! Give it a little sipsy.

[fandisservice]

There's all the motivation I fucking need.

[ Giving it a gulp rather than a sip. ]

[court_chesster]

[Snorts with laughter.]

Whatcha think? It's a little sweet for my taste, but it'll get the job done.

[fandisservice]

Didn't kill me.

[ As if that's his only criteria.

It probably is. That was a lot of alcohol though, as is usually loaded into sweet drinks. He holds it up by the rim, gesturing the machine. ]

And for you?

[court_chesster]

I'm going to try something new.

[Shuffles through the options until he stumbles on these lovely things.]

Is that a bloody Mary? Yes, please.

[fandisservice]

Sure it's not a trap, cleverly disguised as a bloody mary? Could be adaptive camouflage in action.

[ This is not a discouragement. Au contraire, he looks pretty eager to see him try it. ]

[court_chesster]

[Knocks it back and then makes a face, not of disgust exactly, but just confusion.]

Well, it's not a bloody mary... I'm not sure what it is.

[Eh. Whatever. Keeps drinking it.]

[fandisservice]

[ Ah, no disgust. The confusion isn't as funny, but he laughs a little anyway, and takes a sip of his own. After the initial swig, he's going slower. ]

As long as there's booze, no reason to be bitching.

[court_chesster]

Pretty much. I expected it to be tomato-y but it's spicy.

[Orders himself a pretzel and then he's done with the machine.]

You want to play a game or something?