Memory: Baby hooker's first sale Regained: Day 120 - Cycles' game
Contents:
It's a block of a noble that he finds, standing stocky and staid in the idling wash of men sliding into their carriages. Broader of shoulder than a man needs to be in his position, if well-cinched into his dark velvet coat, all furrowing winged brows and bright cropped hair that suggests a barber tipped well and often. A lord, the boy thinks clinically, who spends more coin than thought by reflex. His own coat's threadbare where he's had to scrub the stains out again, but that's no matter. One step, two, and his hands clasp carefully over the noble's arm: one warm against his wrist, the other sliding down a sleek velvet sleeve. No matter what it takes, you said. "Oh, I -- beg your pardon. Sir." His voice rings out, clearer even than the lamplight spilling over them. Green winks from the jewel at his ear as he lifts his chin. "But you had -- such a look, just now. Hmm -- as if you might be missing company, I suppose." He steps closer, out of the cold light.
Exactly what it says on the tin: Jack watches lordlings coming out of a gentleman's club late at night, makes a pick, and offers to to keep him company for a while! He's touchy and sincere and miraculously it works. It's more a position of being a pet than a pickup -- 'cos Fake Victorian Arrangements -- and a deal for a few evenings draws out to span a week or two. The memory ends before he can see any end to his. Position. In the household.
Overwhelmingly, the sensations that dominate this memory are uncertainty and intent -- just as he's not sure of what the hell he's doing, what he's making of himself, there's an equal conviction that he has no desire to look back.
Effects: + The memory feels slightly damaged: as if all sensations have been passed through a sieve, all sights seen through glass -- though it's a little better than previous memories. + ............................ what. + ?????????? + I guess my teammates are beasts. . . and murderers. . . whereas I was just some kind of cheap floozy in a past life????? + 100 kissing ability, etc - 200 desire to kiss anybody without ulterior motive
3 • TRIV/NEG
Regained: Day 120 - Cycles' game
Contents: Exactly what it says on the tin: Jack watches lordlings coming out of a gentleman's club late at night, makes a pick, and offers to to keep him company for a while! He's touchy and sincere and miraculously it works. It's more a position of being a pet than a pickup -- 'cos Fake Victorian Arrangements -- and a deal for a few evenings draws out to span a week or two. The memory ends before he can see any end to his. Position. In the household.
Overwhelmingly, the sensations that dominate this memory are uncertainty and intent -- just as he's not sure of what the hell he's doing, what he's making of himself, there's an equal conviction that he has no desire to look back.
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Effects:
+ The memory feels slightly damaged: as if all sensations have been passed through a sieve, all sights seen through glass -- though it's a little better than previous memories.
+ ............................ what.
+ ??????????
+ I guess my teammates are beasts. . . and murderers. . . whereas I was just some kind of cheap floozy in a past life?????
+ 100 kissing ability, etc
- 200 desire to kiss anybody without ulterior motive