lucretia ♡ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scholiast) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
riverviewlogs2017-10-11 11:28 am
scholiast) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-11 11:28 am
(open) like i was never there
who: lucretia & you!
what: october memory share event
when: 9/10 to 23/10
where: all over
warnings: n/a yet, will update if things get intense
OPEN MEMORIES:
(these memories are all open for anybody to experience! if you'd like them to be shared flick me a message/just reply and we can sort it all out as we go haha. also feel free to text lucretia to let her know you saw one of her memories if u like and we can do it that way too :-) basically i am down for whatever way you wanna interpret these! if you'd like a specific memory or something a little more personal on lucretia's end feel free to hit me up on plurk at blisters and we can sort something out! ♡ )
#1 - beyond the oceansize, i'm unaware (first or third person: happy, relaxed)
(This memory starts out with the bright sun, high in the sky, and slowly unfolds to reveal a tropical scene set out before the viewer, complete with crystal clear ocean, and white, sandy beaches. This is the first Captain Davenport appointed mental health year Lucretia and her crew experienced, after they were quick to capture the light of creation within a day or so of arriving on this world. They were able to write the rest of this cycle off and spend it relaxing by the beach, cooking for each other, swimming, taking time off from fighting off the apocalypse.
During this particular memory, Lucretia is sitting out on the sands, wearing a big floppy sunhat and sandals. She still has her bathing suit on underneath her shorts, as she's been alternating between swimming and sunbathing all day, and generally having a really good time; now, she's got a big sketchpad propped in her lap, and she's sketching with large, loose gestures, just laying down the base of what is later going to be an elaborate portrait.
The memory meanders along, but follows her careful completion of the painting: when it's done, the portrait sits propped on an easel in her quarters, a dedication to the members of the IPRE. Lucretia's family. She is in the middle, holding her book and slightly hunched. Magnus has his arm about her, a broad grin on his face; Davenport, their Captain, is in the front, looking proud and impressive in his tailored jacket. Lup and Taako are arm in arm, and Lup has her other arm flung around Barry's neck, pulling him in close. Merle looks like he's in mid-laugh, turned to face the twins. They're all in their red robed uniforms, but everybody looks so happy, so relaxed.)
#2 - as we stood tall together: first person (proud, nostalgic)
(The second memory is from a much later cycle, no less important than the first. It takes place at the Legato Conservatory, during the ceremony wherein students of the Conservatory submit various works to the Light of Creation in the hopes they will be accepted so they may be granted access to the mysterious caves grouped about the mountain. The criteria for works selected isn't entirely clear, because, unbeknownst to Lucretia and the rest of the Star Blaster crew, the submissions are reviewed and consumed by Voidfish living in the caves. If the submissions are accepted, the Voidfish choose to broadcast those works to the world at large and everybody in it. The submissions, in this way, become immortalised amongst the people who live there. If the Voidfish does not like the submission, it is erased from memory as if it never existed in the first place, so there's a bit of pressure riding on the whole situation.
Lucretia has just submitted a painting to be reviewed: a detailed depiction of a famous city market square from her hometown. Despite having not seen it in fifty years, the painting is remarkably detailed, lovingly so, and even though she's nervous about presenting it to the Light of Creation, it's clear that she's really proud of the work that she's done.
This memory is tinged with a sad sense of nostalgia for her long gone home planet, though it is swiftly replaced with overwhelming pride and excitement when the Voidfish accepts her work, and promptly broadcasts the painting into the minds of everybody on the planet.)
#3 - oh my friends, i am heavy (third person: anxious, uncertain)
(The final memory is of a different nature entirely.
This memory details Lucretia sitting cross-legged on the floor of her quarters on the Star Blaster and she is surrounded by books. Countless journals lie open on the floor and she is sifting through them with shaking hands, a fresh journal propped open on her lap. She has a quill in her left hand and every so often she pauses to scratch out a new line in accordance with something she's just read.
She is compiling every scrap of information into a final journal, one that she will eventually feed to the ship's Voidfish, causing her crew members to forget everything that had happened to them over the last one hundred years. Picking what to keep and what to erase is difficult. There are a lot of memories to sift through, and not all of them are good. Sometimes she has to pause to collect herself; other times she stops writing so she can laugh, soft and fond.
Lucretia has already been at this for half a week without pause: she is tired, and overwhelmingly anxious. But there is a strong current of determination underneath of it all that keeps her going, despite the difficulty of her task. This memory isn't as exciting or fast-paced as the other two: just a long vignette of her pouring over almost one hundred years worth of words as Lucretia tries to reconcile with herself the magnitude of what she is planning to do.)
what: october memory share event
when: 9/10 to 23/10
where: all over
warnings: n/a yet, will update if things get intense
OPEN MEMORIES:
(these memories are all open for anybody to experience! if you'd like them to be shared flick me a message/just reply and we can sort it all out as we go haha. also feel free to text lucretia to let her know you saw one of her memories if u like and we can do it that way too :-) basically i am down for whatever way you wanna interpret these! if you'd like a specific memory or something a little more personal on lucretia's end feel free to hit me up on plurk at blisters and we can sort something out! ♡ )
#1 - beyond the oceansize, i'm unaware (first or third person: happy, relaxed)
(This memory starts out with the bright sun, high in the sky, and slowly unfolds to reveal a tropical scene set out before the viewer, complete with crystal clear ocean, and white, sandy beaches. This is the first Captain Davenport appointed mental health year Lucretia and her crew experienced, after they were quick to capture the light of creation within a day or so of arriving on this world. They were able to write the rest of this cycle off and spend it relaxing by the beach, cooking for each other, swimming, taking time off from fighting off the apocalypse.
During this particular memory, Lucretia is sitting out on the sands, wearing a big floppy sunhat and sandals. She still has her bathing suit on underneath her shorts, as she's been alternating between swimming and sunbathing all day, and generally having a really good time; now, she's got a big sketchpad propped in her lap, and she's sketching with large, loose gestures, just laying down the base of what is later going to be an elaborate portrait.
The memory meanders along, but follows her careful completion of the painting: when it's done, the portrait sits propped on an easel in her quarters, a dedication to the members of the IPRE. Lucretia's family. She is in the middle, holding her book and slightly hunched. Magnus has his arm about her, a broad grin on his face; Davenport, their Captain, is in the front, looking proud and impressive in his tailored jacket. Lup and Taako are arm in arm, and Lup has her other arm flung around Barry's neck, pulling him in close. Merle looks like he's in mid-laugh, turned to face the twins. They're all in their red robed uniforms, but everybody looks so happy, so relaxed.)
#2 - as we stood tall together: first person (proud, nostalgic)
(The second memory is from a much later cycle, no less important than the first. It takes place at the Legato Conservatory, during the ceremony wherein students of the Conservatory submit various works to the Light of Creation in the hopes they will be accepted so they may be granted access to the mysterious caves grouped about the mountain. The criteria for works selected isn't entirely clear, because, unbeknownst to Lucretia and the rest of the Star Blaster crew, the submissions are reviewed and consumed by Voidfish living in the caves. If the submissions are accepted, the Voidfish choose to broadcast those works to the world at large and everybody in it. The submissions, in this way, become immortalised amongst the people who live there. If the Voidfish does not like the submission, it is erased from memory as if it never existed in the first place, so there's a bit of pressure riding on the whole situation.
Lucretia has just submitted a painting to be reviewed: a detailed depiction of a famous city market square from her hometown. Despite having not seen it in fifty years, the painting is remarkably detailed, lovingly so, and even though she's nervous about presenting it to the Light of Creation, it's clear that she's really proud of the work that she's done.
This memory is tinged with a sad sense of nostalgia for her long gone home planet, though it is swiftly replaced with overwhelming pride and excitement when the Voidfish accepts her work, and promptly broadcasts the painting into the minds of everybody on the planet.)
#3 - oh my friends, i am heavy (third person: anxious, uncertain)
(The final memory is of a different nature entirely.
This memory details Lucretia sitting cross-legged on the floor of her quarters on the Star Blaster and she is surrounded by books. Countless journals lie open on the floor and she is sifting through them with shaking hands, a fresh journal propped open on her lap. She has a quill in her left hand and every so often she pauses to scratch out a new line in accordance with something she's just read.
She is compiling every scrap of information into a final journal, one that she will eventually feed to the ship's Voidfish, causing her crew members to forget everything that had happened to them over the last one hundred years. Picking what to keep and what to erase is difficult. There are a lot of memories to sift through, and not all of them are good. Sometimes she has to pause to collect herself; other times she stops writing so she can laugh, soft and fond.
Lucretia has already been at this for half a week without pause: she is tired, and overwhelmingly anxious. But there is a strong current of determination underneath of it all that keeps her going, despite the difficulty of her task. This memory isn't as exciting or fast-paced as the other two: just a long vignette of her pouring over almost one hundred years worth of words as Lucretia tries to reconcile with herself the magnitude of what she is planning to do.)
no subject
[ Loki learned from his mother but was mostly self-taught. No one cared for magic on Asgard. It served its use, but it was no skill to be had on the battlefield. ]
no subject
That's hopeful of you. You don't often get into fights, or?
no subject
Oh, I do. But I rarely need magic to handle myself in a fight.
no subject
(No offense but ur arms, Loki... they're little.)
no subject
I leave that kind of brutish work to Thor. But I am more than capable of disarming an opponent with a few choice words.
no subject
(Unexpected, really.) How?
no subject
I do not think my methods can be distilled into a science. It is centuries of knowledge and skill.
no subject
(A boring answer; but Lucretia can deal.) How effective is this 'charm' of yours? Could you persuade somebody to do something very dramatic? Or is it for smaller favours?
no subject
That depends. Are you asking for nefarious purposes?
no subject
(Convincing.) I just– I'm curious.
no subject
I am the God of Mischief. My silvertongue comes from my legend.
no subject
Oh, of course. Does the God of Mischief have any particular alignment?
no subject
[ Save him from your D&D. ]
no subject
Uh, moral code? You're not evil– are you?
no subject
I feel that question is a little late coming.
no subject
(Has she been conversing with a villain this entire time what)
no subject
I leave those definitions to others. Why would I call myself evil? That seems pointless derogatory to my self-esteem.
[ Which means he totally does it, but only with a select few. With Lucretia, there's no need to play that role. ]
no subject
I– you don't seem... like you are?
(This is stupid.)
no subject
I could cackle. I hear my villainous laugh is quite deranged and very notable.
no subject
(It's strange because Lucretia has always seen herself as somebody who fights evil. The Hunger is very evil. But Loki–
Considering he is the God of tricks, he has hardly lied to her the entire time she's known him, so that theory is out.)
I don't know how I feel about this, (she says finally, honestly.)
no subject
You could try a speech. Tell me how you'll stop my evil ways. It's been months since I've heard one of those. Keeps the blood pumping.
no subject
This is unbelievable. Why didn't Taako tell me?
no subject
In his defense, I do not think he is fully aware. We haven't discussed my past in great detail.
no subject
(She folds her arms a defensively, watching him.)
You– uh, you haven't been antagonistic to me, at all.
no subject
[ His tone is mildly polite. There's no hint of danger and even Loki seems bemused under that placid gaze. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)