Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

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WHO: ALL HE ROWS
WHERE: The Secret Tunnel, which has become the Calibrations Waiting Room (or was it always...?)
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 3 - July 10
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings

For those that have heeded Ga Re's warning, the door within the secret tunnel - which looks suspiciously like the hatch to one of your shuttles - is wide open, waiting for you. You walk through... and the door behind you disappears. You’re now standing in a cavernous, cold, white waiting room. There are hallways leading off the main corridor with names above each. One of them has your name and will draw you toward it, inevitably.

And on the wall, in pink, running letters is written this single greeting:

‘Welcome to Calibrations’.

The secret tunnel has become a large waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles. There are also communal bathrooms - one for each gender - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers, like you might find in a hotel. The water isn’t hot, so hopefully you don’t mind lukewarm showers. Somehow, at least, it never goes cold.

Branching off the main waiting room room are the labeled hallways. At the end of each short hallway is a door, with the same character’s name written on them. Anyone can enter any room, regardless of the name written on it. Everyone has their own room, though of course people can share. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers.

You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. (And if you do, you can thread it out here!) But every 16 hours, you'll feel a compulsion: You need to sleep. Right now. You find yourself going into your room (or someone else's, if you really want). But you’re drawn to the bed. You can’t help but lie down. And then, you fall asleep.

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[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa had caught snatches of what Jon had said as she passed by. She's been trying to check on those whose memories she's been in as well as those who have been in hers. There's a liminal intimacy of sharing the darkest parts of one's mind with another and she feels a connection with Jon after sharing the memory of his rib being removed by that...creature.

Awake, however, Sansa has James with her and she taps Jon on the shoulder. "It's difficult during these calibrations. I've done one before and it was harrowing. Are you all right? Holding up?"

[beholding_archivist]

"W-wha-?" Jon looks up at Sansa, a little surprised by the tap to his shoulder. But then he recognizes her and her son and smiles faintly.

"Oh, h-hello. You have- Calibrations? Is that what's going on? What- What exactly are they meant to achieve?" Aside from humiliating them all. Though he lets his attention be drawn towards James and his voice softens a little "...and how is he taking it? Being locked up in here?"

That he hasn't exactly answered her question? Well, that happens from time to time.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Calibrations? Forced embarrassment I suppose. I rather hate mine," Sansa says. "There's...a particular year of my life I would like to purge from my memory and it shows up every time for these things. I'd rather people not be able to see me violated and assaulted. This time I did have some good memories though."

When Jon refers to James, Sansa looks down to where he's snug up against him. "He seems to be all right since I'm here. I'm more worried about bothering the rest of you because he cries."

[beholding_archivist]

Nodding at her words, Jon gestures for her to take a seat at the table he is already occupying "Should I end up in your... Place- just let me know what to avoid. I'd rather people tell me willingly than--" He waves a hand around vaguely, indicating their surroundings and their situation.

"I- You have seen one of mine. Most of mine are just terrible. Though Jared... I- At least I went to him to do this trade?" He gives a brief, helpless shrug "...but there is one embarrassing one, I suppose." And Tommy had to find it, of course.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Mine is a wedding gown," Sansa says, her voice cool and removed. She has to keep herself separate from that memory even though there's one person this round who has seen it. It's something she wishes she could excise but it's clear it'll always be there.

"It's a wedding gown slit down the back and stained with blood. The man attached to the memory ought to have to give all his bones to Jared unwillingly but he's nothing. He made me nothing so I made him nothing. All the same, I don't want anyone to see it."

[beholding_archivist]

"I understand. And I won't ask any further about it." Normally, he would be tempted. But this is the sort of story that would leave her with one of his nightmares, and Jon would rather not be responsible for Sansa having to relive this experience over and over again only for him to watch.

"Did you find any happy memories to share among yours?" He has been wondering about that. If others here have a more pleasant selection to share.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"My coronation was there," Sansa says, a bit of a smile coming at that memory. She'd very much enjoyed getting to see the whole of the North trust her to lead them and to call out for her over and over. It was a heady feeling to see it again.

"There was also a memory of Lady when she was a pup. She used to chew on my slippers, naughty wolf. She was well-behaved for the most part but that'd been her flaw. She couldn't resist the ribbons, I think."

[beholding_archivist]

It's nice to hear that someone has some good memories to share at least. Thinking of it, Jon wouldn't even know what a happy memory for him might look like. Unless these rooms are willing to feature memories of him petting cats. Or visiting the zoo study some of the animals and the information on them for hours. It's unlikely he will find any memories of himself sitting at home and reading a scientific book. Though those were good times in his opinion. No terror, only a simple book.

Though there is one thing he feels like asking about "Lady - That's your pet?" Pet wolf, according to her words.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Oh, yes, Lady. You might have seen her," Sansa says. "She's a direwolf - she's white and grey. She's bigger than a regular wolf and has better manners unless you have something she wants to eat or is begging to be petted. I've tried to train her out of that but...she's stubborn."

Sansa laughs. "I love having her here. It reminds me of home in a way that is good instead of some of the bad things that happened there."

[beholding_archivist]

"A direwolf." Jon repeats with a wide-eyed look, but then shakes his head, "I- I don't think I have encountered her, I'm afraid." As far as he is aware, direwolves are an extinct species - At least on his version of Earth.

"You keep direwolves as pets where you are from?" Yes, he has to ask, just to make sure. She makes this wolf sound like a puppy, which is a mental image the Archivist has yet to get used to.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Not in general," Sansa says, laughing softly. "But Starks keep them. It's the sigil of our house, after all, and we hand raised ours from pups. I wouldn't call them completely tamed but Lady has very good manners. You needn't worry."

Lady wouldn't hurt anyone unless they hurt Sansa. She's sure of it.

"She protects me."