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It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking out from the gardens at the landscape passing by below. Taking a moment to catch their breath after a jog in one of the castle's larger magic rooms.

The squad is suddenly connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can prevent the link.

To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?

And if they were there, who was in theirs?

[ooc: So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can also be invisible until the memory is finished. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.

They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can sometimes control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]

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"It didn't change anything."

No more than Finnigan's attempts at therapy or Marcus' attempts at ambivalence.

"It just made losing her even worse."

Even Elle knows that that's an uncharitable way of looking at it. Elle values the time she spent with Eshtarra, but to see it laid out like this for others to see... The violation stings.

She looks up and into the forest.

"Everyone was always asking something of her. Trying to get her to change her mind; to match their expectations. I didn't have any, I hadn't been there long enough to have any."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Before the magic maybe makes the memory tell itself to him without Elle's framing. She doesn't deserve to have her private recollections laid bare like this - but it's happening, and Bunny would rather hear her stories with her perspective than wiwthout.

Elle thinks for a second, but before she can answer, the scene changes.

This time she's not a part of it, but an observer like Bunny.

Memory-Elle is made of ice once again and stands next to two older men. They stand in the middle of a freeway, but there are no cars, only impressions and after images of them. It looks like a photo when the shutter speed is set to very slow.

Memory-Elle and the men stand in front of what should be a grassy highway partition. Instead of a small grassy area there's some kind of... bubble. It's strange to look at. The inside looks much bigger than the space it fills and the visual effect is difficult to understand.

Even though the trio are clearly speaking, there's no sound from this memory, but their body language is all too easy to read.

Memory-Elle is visibly uncomfortable. She's leaning away from the bubble as if it's going to strike at her.

The taller man looks at it with some kind of awe. His eyes are slightly glazed over and he talks somewhat animatedly. Memory-Elle keeps glancing at him in concern.

The shorter man is somewhere in between. He looks at the bubble with more burning curiosity than anything else.

The real Elle stands and moves next to Bunny.

"I was still new to everything. My first change couldn't have been more than a few months back."

The trio starts to move toward the bubble with memory-Elle lagging slightly behind, protest clear in her posture even if they can't hear her voice.

"Then these bubbles started appearing. They popped up in in-between spaces like this; pockets of nature surrounded by concrete or industry or city. And when you went in one--" they watch the memory of Elle's pack step into the bubble "--you were filled with this sense of comfort and safety. You didn't want to leave."

Elle shivers at the memory of the way the bubbles got inside your head.

They watch as her pack begins to explore.

"Turns out, Eshtarra had made them. They were supposed to be a gift for her children: the shifters. She had recently gotten a sudden burst of power and she spent it all creating them."

Elle looks down to the ground. "They were supposed to be her last gift."

The bitterness and anger is plain in her voice.

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