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While HMD continues to load up and slow down...feel free to spend some of that time discussing potential plots and other shenanigans for this Sunday's curse!

27; Reruns and Syndications
As if taking a walk on the other side wasn’t enough, citizens now have the chance to relive that pivotal moment, or any other meaningful moment in their life! By City standards of course. And just to spice up the mix, those who relive such moments may not necessarily be reliving their own. [Players can pre-arrange scenes and situations on poly_tldr for those who would like to swap reruns.]

Memories can play out in nighttime dreams, in daytime hallucinations, or in realtime reenactments depending on what characters are available. In all situations, the character reliving someone else's memory can realize something is wrong immediately yet be unable to change the course of their own actions or the character can believe the memory was always a part of their own history and carry it out in a way that still replicates the original. The nature of the curse will not automatically disclose the sources of the memories at the end of the day so it's up to the characters to unravel the mystery!

If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask and have fun with a little city deja vu.

If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask and have fun with a little city deja vu.

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Hmm, it could work!

Ehh. I'll just cp the lines.

Janine flew over a plateau which had a jagged raised section to one side. It was scattered with large bones, half buried. Several dinosaurs - a pair of tank-like ankylosaurs, a brightly colored little leptoceratops, and a tyrannosaur - had just made it to the top.

She cawed down at them. < Oh. Didn’t see the bones. How could I have missed that? >

The dinosaurs were looking about, agitated. One of the ankylosaurs threw its head up sharply and bellowed in anguish. A boy’s voice sounded at the same time, half a shriek. < All right! You win. It’s not here. It’s hopeless, all right? There, are you satisfied? Are you happy now?! >

< No... > Janine spilled height and dropped her speed, wings open wide as she came in towards a landing. < Bertram, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, I was just- >

As her foot touched the ground a shape appeared to a chorus of gasps. She was startled; the landing was clumsy, with a longer period of running on her back legs before she’d slowed enough to drop to all fours, and by the time she’d stopped she was a good distance left and away from the others. With her head up, she was as tall as the tyrannosaur, though considerably less massive.

< No, > a different boy breathed, sounding at the same time that the tyrannosaurus growled softly. < No *way*. Not a chance. > His head craned upwards at the shape, a floating dark slab, and the first notes of the theme from 2001 faded in.

Bertram said, < Wait. We’re seeing it from the side. From the edge. > He started stumping around the slab. The music stopped as all the others went and moved with him. Janine, the closest, also moved; the distance shrank, but she was still away from them.

The leftmost side was very long, and filled with screens and dials and fantastic instrumentation. Bertram bayed with joy. < The M.I.N.D. Machine! Look, it’s the M.I.N.D. Machine! >

< We’re going home, we’re going home! > the leptoceratops shrieked. Even Janine seemed happy, if less vocally so, moving down along the face of the machine to look at it.

The tyrannosaur had frozen in place. There was vibration, a sound - the crunch of bones being smashed, getting louder with each footstep, but it was hard to make out under Bertram, weeping and shaking and almost hysterical with delight. < We weren’t all standing. We needed to be *standing*, all four of us, standing here! > Besides him the other ankylosaur seemed confused.

< No- > the tyrannosaur almost sobbed. Something else turned the far corner - another tyrannosaur, this one bigger. *Much* bigger; maybe twenty feet tall to his twelve. It was wounded, limping slightly, some of its scales caked in dust and dried blood. < No, please... >

The larger predator charged - at Janine, who had been looking back at the others and saw it too late. She screamed and tried to twist away, but its head darted in, maw closing almost delicately, going from her shoulder over much of her chest and gullet. She went limp as it raised her up, her beak swinging aimlessly.

< Mike! Mike, please help... >

The ankylosaur who wasn’t Betram pounded the ground with its tail, armored head rolling threateningly, but it stopped and backed up, confused, when Bertram hissed at it.

< Moriarty, let her go. Let her go *now*, > Mike demanded.

The bigger tyrannosaur took a step back. Tiny sounds escaped Janine’s throat. < Oh, no, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, > she whimpered.

Mike stepped forward. Moriarty took another step back, reddish eyes locked on his. Mike’s jaw worked, then he said, < Janine, you’re not gonna die. You’re not the one he wants. >

Moriarty was not biting down, but his six-inch teeth were sharp, and at several points her skin had broken. Blood was welling, staining her not-fur. < Oh? > she asked, shakily sarcastic. < You sure about that? > Several fat drops of mingled blood and saliva rolled out of the tyrannosaur’s maw and pattered on the ground.

< Let... her... *go!* > Mike roared suddenly, making the air quiver.

In response Moriarty shook his head viciously, like a dog worrying a toy. Janine screamed and all went black. Mike’s cry of < Janine! > sounded faint and far away.

bawwww janine

Yeah, this memory's not a lot of fun.

well I'm up for it 8D Billy probably won't post but he'll he like D: D: D: the next time they talk

Hah! Yeah, Janine won't make a post about it either... She'd prefer to believe this was a one way thing and likes being a bit private.