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Event Log - Total Recall

Who: You and you and mostly me and you
What: Everyone's been Shifted in their own way
When: A hero doesn't care if this event last a whole ten days
Where: Everyone can blaze a hero's trail
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated H for HEROIC

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a mass log for people to comment around on if they don't want to make posts. Or even if they want to make posts anyway. There will be at least one more of these later in the event! ENJOY!

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[Red awoke with pounding headache, and wanted nothing more than to shut the sun off and roll back under the covers. This wasn't a deep cover job, nor was it even tactical planning. Madine was dead--they needed time to mourn--

wait.

Pushing through the clouded thoughts, Red quietly shuffles the data back into place. New York. Ironman. Loki--that was wrong again.

He kicks his feet off of the bed, momentarily staring at the wrongness of it. The body was still female, but it wasn't his. It was Lupin's. Sighing, his shoulders slump as he runs his hands through his dishevled hair.]

I'm gonna need a shower...

[Sofa. Why was she slumped over on a sofa? And why was she surrounded by pokey little bits? There was a mug of cold. Something, off next to her elbow and a mess of wires in front of her that she honestly has no idea what she was working at. Lupin, Queen, sanctimonious ass, flickers of force memory linger here and there in the work where she'd cut herself on the circuitry, but none of it clicks. She shouldn't be here, she should be back on Naboo. None of this is familiar. She's quiet a moment, stretches, and gets her bearings.

A man's apartment. She thinks.]

...Hello?

[That was a familiar voice if he had ever heard any. Gingerly he stands, quickly working out that yes, this is infact a real leg and not one made of cybernetic parts, and tugs on a shirt for modesty's sake before he goes to investigate.

The blond woman on his sofa brought a tired smile to his face.]

Hey...Goldie?

[Because he couldn't tell the difference between Leblanc and Levarre at the moment, not until she said something more.]

Goldie? That's a new one. [She turns to face the- woman. She was in a woman's apartment. And fully dressed. So nothing fun happened, then. She's almost disappointed, especially when she rubs her eyes and gets a good look at her.]

Mmm. But for you I could be, Pat~ee~sa.

[He stares in silence for a moment, dark eyes revealing a glimpse at the his deepfelt surprise. This was Levarre...just not his Goldie. His heart falls--this Shift just got more confusing.

Reigning himself in, he settles in on the sofa adjacent to her. She was younger, like this body of his was...

Explaining complexities was never his forte. It was easier locating practicioners for Luke's Order.]

That's the thing--you are my Goldie. Well, in a few years you are. This place makes a mess of time and space sometimes...

[That, she felt. Something a lot like disappointment, a little like heartbreak. It makes her frown to regard this woman seriously. Whatever this was, whatever they had, might have, will have? It was important. To her, and to this woman.

Curious and a little achy from sleeping in such an odd position Adele slides over, nestling against this woman's side. Resting her head on that slim shoulder and letting that odd undercurrent of familiarity ground her.]

How do I know you, Pateesa? Are we friends or lovers?

Both.

[It was the simplest explanation for the one woman he's met in recent memory that actually reciprocated his feelings, and the one woman he was in a position to do anything with. Luceti had many flaws, but it got one thing right--

and it wasn't their's to have.]

...It's more complicated though. We don't own these bodies, and we've really messed up a few relationships for the people who do own them.

Edited 2012-05-27 02:33 (UTC)

...I don't own this body? But it is mine. I was born with it, have lived in it for twenty seven years, fought, bled, and wept in it- [She rolls back the sleeves of her shirt, motioning to...bare skin. A burn scar smudged on the forearm of her right arm. That. That wasn't her scar.

This isn't right.]

...I should have cuts. Here- [She traces lines over the backs of her arm.]

And here. Not. Not like this.

Welcome to Luceti.

[He heaves a sigh, tired from working backwards through the mental chaos to wrest control of this body for Lupin to have an easier time later. He wanted coffee, and a hot shower, and to find Luke. Luke would believe him right now...right?]

If you still don't believe me, you can take a peek here. [He taks his temple with a finger.] I work closely with Jedi. I know how these things go.

...who's body is this then, if it is not mine?

[Is she a thief? Who's life has she stepped into for the moment in this place? It frustrates her, now that she's aware of all the differences. Every scar that wasn't present, every curl that isn't hers- it's too long. She was still growing it out of that damn cut from the temple. Negating her vocation.

Adele doesn't wait for him to ask twice- she wraps her arms around the woman's waist and closes her eyes, stretching out with her consciousness, fingers running through her, no. His. His mind. Red's mind.]

[Red closes his mind as well, never having actually become used to the process of a Force practicioner syncing their mind with his. It took practice, but he's able to just let go of his misgivings and go along for the ride. Any information he doens't want found won't be, not that it would matter in Luceti.

Old habits are hard to retrain.

Slowly his arms wrap around her shoulders, settling into the comfortable grasp. It was something he couldn't have, but it made him feel better.]

...Got it now, Goldie?

...Red?

[Because she knows him, or rather will know him. And they'll be dear to one another in ways she wouldn't have thought possible- not after her brother. Not after leaving Ben behind. Depending too much on any one person was foolish and painful but...this was oddly familiar. She can't place why. Adele frowns and presses her cheek against Red's shoulders, mind sliding back into place and eyes blinking open. Focusing on the soft rise and fall of Red's chest, the odd curves that. Shouldn't be there.]

You're a man, Pateesa. Normally, anyway.

Always.

[It was the truth, as much as he could bear. He was her Red for as long as he was able, and was the man behind the scenes for Luke's grand endeavors. It was a mellow existance in comparison to Adele's, but it was his.

...Even Lupin admitted that he didn't mind such a life. Pity it was all a Malnosso ploy.

He leaned his cheek against Goldie's head, smiling softly.]

You're right, I am a man. There are worse fates though, even if the perks might get a little annoying.

...I love you when I'm older, don't I? It wouldn't have bothered you that I didn't recognize you otherwise.

[Far, far less subtle as a younger woman. She hasn't been tempered by trials and gauntlets of nobility and society. And...this felt comfortable. He was calm, even in a body that wasn't his. A pinpoint of serenity she could focus on instead of the scrabbling confusion at the edges of her consciousness, the rest of those that lived here were equally confounded. And loud about it, if only internally.]

We love eachother, Goldie. As rare and prescious as the feeling is.

[She was untempered, but the spark of the woman he loved was still there underneath the unrefined layers. He was a rock, as he was for Luke in this strange place, as she requested he be.]

Edited 2012-05-27 03:40 (UTC)

...and we shouldn't.

[Because these lives and bodies weren't theirs. But this shadow of emotion, the dull familiar echo of feeling was something she'd wanted for herself for. Years. Ever since she'd been pulled from her family. Ever since she realized how it was she felt for Ben. And she finds it in Red. And she. Can't. Have it.]

It's not fair.

...You're from a rougher time than I am, Goldie. If you don't know it yet, you'll see soon enough how unfair life really can be.

[He's referring to the Clone Wars as he speaks, his vague memories of that period and his knowledge of what comes after. The difficulties of life under Imperial rule left their mark on everyone, himself included.

Like her, he wanted nothing more than to savor their few moments, however long...but wallowing in romance was unproductive. He had relationships to repair for the man who couldn't, and information to collect while he could.]

Just because these bodies aren't our doesn't mean that we shouldn't. Life here is just...very complicated.

I left to get away from rough times, rough places. People in pain that need healing, children hungry, elders cold because of this delegate ignoring things in favor of his own greed or that noble not caring. And they wanted me to talk. To be diplomatic. To explain that it would be in their best interests to stop being so full of Nerfshit and do what's right- Are you saying I leave the order for nothing? That. If I had stayed it'd be much the same?

[Because honestly, if more of the same is all she has to look forward to...she's going to need a drink. Many, many drinks.]

Bad enough that Ben didn't leave with me- but it gets worse? That's just. Delightful news, Red.

I'm from thirty years in your future. Why would I lie about what I lived through?

[It was simple, honest, and unaffected. He asked nothing of her, just her trust. Lies could be as dangerous as the truth at the best and worst of times--it was personal policy of his to never use them unless his options were limited or lives were on the line.

He heard her on the drinks. He was going to need them too.]

I don't know about everything though. You, for instance. Ben. All I know about him is what little Luke has told me, and the little I've seen of him here.

I'm not calling you a liar Red. I know you wouldn't- how do I know that? [And yet she does. She's certain of it.] But. You wouldn't. Not about this. And not to me.

[She props her elbows on her knees, unfamiliar clothing in an unfamiliar world. It should have been her first clue, really. Adele scrubs at her face and tries to think through this. Nodding along with what he's said until that very. Very last bit.

Ben. Ben was here? In this world?

Her head snaps up.]

Where is he?

...I don't speak to him, Goldie. At all. Last time we were 'awake,' all you did was complain that he wasn't letting you help him.

Don't waste your time again. It's not worth it to you.

[He just didn't want to see her upset like that again. Ever.]

...I suppose I don't ever talk to him again, after I leave. I don't have any reason to go back to the Order. And he wouldn't...know how to reach me. Or want to.

[Otherwise he'd welcome her assistance. He always had- she sees no reason for it to change unless they grew into such disparate strangers that nothing ever was as it had once been. As infuriating as the structure of the order could be Ben had made it bearable. And she'd lost that entirely, it seems.

This does not, at all, make her tear up. Not even a little.

More than a little, and she ducks her head to hide it.]

I can't answer that. [He gently wipes her tears away.] I can say this--don't worry about what you can't change, because you'll only hurt yourself more.

[If he couldn't have here here for whatever reason, he could deal with it. He's loved so many women in his lifetime, and so few of them ever returned the feelings. Even less were even safe to pursue because of the nature of his work--they could be used as pawns, or worse.

He didn't want to think about the worst.

The best course has always been to savor the few moments of bliss that he could steal, however and where ever they come. His dealings with Goldie had been bliss, and he didn't want this strange little theft to ever end.]

You really do spend too much time around Jedi.

[She mutters, blinking back the next surge of tears. Something she heard day in, day out, for years. With Ben and others next to her repeating it diligently. She'd only been gone a year, she shouldn't be this homesick. And if she was, she shouldn't miss the blasted temple. It wasn't home, had never been home.]

...I still. Want to see him. To apologize. I shouldn't have asked him to come with me.

[Insert foot into mouth--he knew that he shouldn't have mentioned anything about Ben to her. At all.]

...He probably heard it a million times and more when we were awake before, Goldie. You were just doing what you felt was right, there's nothing to apologize for!

[He chuckles a little as he pulls her close, wishing he knew of some way to make the situation better.]

...heh. Maybe I do spend too much around Jedi. Luke's order is different from the one you know, though. I couldn't say how, but they're different.

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