newmemorywhodis: (Inquisitive 02)
Link ([personal profile] newmemorywhodis) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2023-06-10 09:23 am

[Calibrations] It's dangerous to go alone, take this

WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: Link's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW for death in the pool memory

On first appearances, Link's room is the inside of cosy little cottage.

There's rustic wooden furniture - that will appear to many as old fashioned - and Link is humming away as he cooks something at the small corner that serves as the kitchen. Propped up on the wall next to Link and the kitchen is the Sword the Seals the Darkness, a blade that many will recognise as the one that has been a constant presence on Link's back.

Draped over the back of one of the dining table chairs is the Champion's tunic, a distinctive blue garment. Sitting on that same chair, hidden partially by the fabric of the tunic, is the Sheikah Slate, a rectangular device that's sitting on one of the chairs. Atop the table itself sits the Thunder Helm.

In one corner, there's a small bookcase. On the shelves are a few assorted objects: a massively large scale, and a whistle.



There is, however, something odd that happens in this room. Sometimes, if you tilt your head at just the right angle or look out of the corner of your eye, the appears of it shifts - like a lenticular image. The cottage will be gone, and Link won't be humming away at the kitchen anymore. Instead, it will be a mysterious underground space, lit by soft blue glowing lights and faint orange constellations on the walls.

In the middle of this space is a small pool, or perhaps a kind of tub. It's filled with a bright blue water - and inside, as well, is Link. He's completely under the surface, dressed only in a pair of boxers, eyes closed. He's not moving.

To one side of the chamber, a picture hands on the wall.

On the other side, a pedestal - out of which grows a single silent princess flower.



And if, while within the mysterious underground space, if you tilt your head and gaze in just the right way again, there will be another shift. This time, it's strange in a different way. Large sections of the space seem to be just...gone, leaving behind only a blank white nothingness. In between those blank spaces are what is perhaps stone walls, something that might - maybe? - look like a room in a castle. But the details that do exist are so fuzzy and indistinct, it's hard to really tell.

There are a few pictures on the walls. But they feature only people with blank, featureless faces.

No matter what you touch, or interact with, there are no memories to be found here. And Link isn't anywhere to be seen at all. From this place, he is absent.
quark_assassin: (Seething | can't believe this shit)

[personal profile] quark_assassin 2023-10-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's the sort of response Dustin was expecting to get. At least it's not just dead silence this time. He doesn't bother trying to follow up for details, instead giving his plate a deadpan stare before shuffling back to the small dining table in the center of the cottage.

"People you would want to take on authority, I'm sure," he says, just as blithely. "And the event was probably significant enough that it would be verifiable in records or oral histories..."

Dustin slumps into a chair and gives Link a flat look.

"...Anyone ever tell you that your shit's really fucked up, Link?"
quark_assassin: (Explaining | Lecturing)

[personal profile] quark_assassin 2023-10-12 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, more people should," Dustin declares, matter-of-fact, just before stuffing a fork-full of bangers and mash into his mouth. "Your shit's fucked. Especially so."
quark_assassin: (Smug | smartass)

[personal profile] quark_assassin 2023-10-15 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Dustin snorts a laugh around the fork in his mouth. At least he realizes it. Now, if he could get the waking version of Link to do the same, that would be a trick.

Perhaps he'll get the opportunity sooner than he thinks; the unspoken Calibrations time limit has been reached, and as Dustin tucks into the second plate of delicious food, it and his surroundings slowly fade away into the haze of regular slumber.