beholding_archivist: (The Archive - Finds you)
Jonathan 'Eyebags' Sims ([personal profile] beholding_archivist) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2022-05-09 01:18 pm

[ open ] Calibrations of an Archive

WHO: Jonathan Sims & YOU
WHERE: Jon's Headspace
WHAT: Calibrations!
WHEN: Calibrations Event
WARNINGS: Eyes, Body Horror, Death, Talk of Death & Genocide, Apocalyptic Themes, Fears & Traumas - All the Good Stuff™

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Calibrations

This room is hardly a room, it's a nightmare. Circular and certainly the rough dimensions of a room with an incredibly high ceiling, it lacks distinctive features such as walls, windows, furniture or even an obvious floor to walk on. Instead, the visitor of this room find themself walking on an eye, its pupil focused right on the visitor and thus always right underneath their feet. Kick it, if you like. Poke it. Aside from the pupil constricting briefly, it won't react. Though it sure will feel like poking an actual eye, and doing so may result in something else.

Once one has been able to look away from the eye under one's feet and instead directs their attention up, the visitor may be able to locate the Archivist. Suspended high above the ground, he sits on nothing in particular, one leg over the other and his chin resting in his hand. His posture is relaxed, his unblinking eyes glowing an eerie, yet soft green and his expression one of interest as he watches.

He awaits his visitor's decision.

The decision as of which part of the circular surroundings that aren't walls they end up approaching. As has already been established, there aren't any real walls. And yet, this room is surrounded by different reflections of different memories, each of which can be approached to trigger the respective memory. There is the flickering image of a small cottage, cozily nestled in a quite picturesque mountain landscape. Next to it, the image of a garden, its various flowers being the twisted bodies of what may have been regular people at some point. The glitching expressions on their faces may give away that these people are very much still alive.

Luckily, the following reflection is that of a merry-go-round. A close-up, most likely, for all the visitor actually sees of it are the wooden horses moving past, carrying their faceless riders. Following this comes the reflection of a large, burning building and the one next to it is a dark street, the image flickering and glitching. Then there is the reflection of a massive spider web made of the magnetic tape from spooled off cassettes. The entire web glistens as glowing symbols appear to run along it. The last of the reflections is that of a long corridor with numbered doors to either side. The entire corridor, however, is twisting notably around itself.

Which of these memories will the visitor approach, or will they, instead, address the owner of this gathering of nightmares?
out_of_order: (heard that before)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2022-05-24 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
His expression softening at that, Cal turns back towards Jon. "I think the possibility's there," he says, reaching out to set his hand on the Archivist's shoulder. "It's already been proven that not everyone completely forgets their time away- rare as it might be, and even if they do, the return isn't totally seamless that those outside looking at things closer will notice there are things that are off."

With even such small factors, Cal thinks it's more than enough, but then he'd like to believe as well that they can retain or prove something of their being in Temba, meeting these people he otherwise would have never had the chance to. And if Jon wonders that something's clung to him during his return, Cal can hope it's true.
out_of_order: (sometimes I'm not being chased)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2022-05-26 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something mildly ominous in that, but Cal accounts it for the atmosphere. He wants to remember everyone and everything they've been through together too, especially when they can't even be certain that all those present now will stay until they complete their task.

Giving Jon's shoulder a pat, he lets his hand fall back as he nods. "We'll figure something out. In the meantime I guess we just have to keep pushing through."