R1 DEADLAND

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

Comments

[machrophage]

[Depending on how much attention Hank is paying to the memory - because it is more memory than just sensation - he might be able to pick up on something of the emotions associated with that moment. And, also, that there's no seatbelts. Go hard and die young.

In the real world, Viral smiles, toothy but not entirely a smirk.]

That's not even the impressive part.

[The physical memory takes on something more visual, then, the panel walls surrounding the cockpit lighting up green - the color would be incredibly bright to a human, but to Viral's vision it's more muted. His eye catches more the motion, as the screens flip from an icon of a woman's face to a stylization of Viral's own half-hidden one. You're Been Pre-Approved, and though the emotional impact is held a little farther back, some of it can't help but leak through.

A sense of nervous energy, anticipation. Pride. Determination. A memory further down, the knowledge of to sit where he sat without any further context -

And then a young man's voice, the words sharper than the visuals even with the slight distortion of transition through the mech's communication systems. You ready for this?

And the response is just Viral's laugh, all the emotions in it I was born ready, this is what I was made for, before he yanks the controls back and sets the thrusters to up, high as they'll go, chasing a rocket from the ruins of a city into the sky.]

[donotlick]

[ Somehow Hank is not surprised that Viral's crazy alien mechs do not have seatbelts. I mean why would they, when they run on pure awesome. Hank 'observes' the scene as it unfolds, feeling what Viral had felt in that moment, catching only glimpses of the memories and context Viral would know. It's a lot, maybe if Hank hadn't spent so long with Connor he'd be overwhelmed but... well, he's coming along for the ride. ]

Holy shit.

[ Yeah, they're going into space aren't they. ]

[machrophage]

[They sure are. And that's the thing Hank gets to see - the moon, inching closer to the earth by the moment, gravity taking over from propulsion, and the single silver ship in the middle bearing the hopes and lives of so many people -

But also the view of the Earth behind them, different from how Hank would have seen images of it from space, far more tan desert than green, but still swirling with clouds and the blue of the ocean. And space flung out to either side, an endless expanse of stars - ]

It was one hell of a view.

[donotlick]

Damn.

[ it's no wonder Viral and Connor have so much in common, being suited to their roles and taking to them with such gusto. Hank is pretty touched that Viral would show him such an awesome memory, the fact that they rode a ship into space is just so rad that Hank is just letting the memory happen, watching in awe as Viral took hope to the stars. ]

You got into some seriously deep shit, didn't you?

[machrophage]

Some people might say too much.

[But even at the worst of it, in the depths of their greatest despairs - he wouldn't have traded it.]

[donotlick]

[ Hank nods. He's weirdly done with regrets, since getting here. ]

That's the shit that makes you stronger.