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Rey will have a variety of memories to share for the EMPATHY PLOT below. Since I wanted to avoid too much tl;dr, I compiled a list of helpful excerpts and such.

Physical, Mental, Emotional

→ Anyone connected with Rey might experience certain CRAVINGS: Namely spring rolls and beer. She is particularly fond of German lager.
→ Even for those who don’t smoke might feel the urge to, but not as a result to any particular addiction or anything.
→ In spite of Rey’s stoic nature, a lot of what she feels are internal. Feelings of random inexplicable anger and guilt are likely to rise. Contrary to her exterior, Rey is constantly at war with her emotions.
→ Also, random bursts of over-protectiveness and a need to stalk may happen. There is also a great deal of abandonment and loss, both from her own timeline and on the Tranquility as well. She has issues with getting close to people now, feeling like those she tries to connect with will wind up disappearing, anyway.
→ Due to the memories of eight different people stored in her head, characters connected to Rey may find themselves thinking in different languages. Whether they know them or not (and they might), some might recognize them as English, Spanish, Zulu, Dutch, German, Italian, Russian, Arabic, as well as Hebrew.
→ You might get opera stuck in your head a lot. More specifically Andrea Chenier and Dido and Aeneas.
→ As far as her headspace goes, Rey is a soldier. You may be thinking of your situation in terms of military tactics, with her century’s worth of fighting battles in her head. Being connected to her may leave you feeling paranoid. If you don’t already, you’ll be wanting to sit in the corner of rooms with your back turned to the wall, just in the likely event that some crazy will come storming in with an AK-47 and tear up the place. If it sounds like a gun or explosion, you’ll be quick to jump to your defenses, ready to be on the offense.

(BIA) PLOT UPDATE
→ As a result of Rey’s “recon syndrome”, she experiences extreme discomfort that borders on panic when alone. When connected to her, one may feel and understand this better than she ever would due to their empathic bond. Your character may be feeling a need to be connected with another person.
→ Strong familial attachments towards the remaining recon team (namely Firo Prochainezo and William Tsang).

Memories

Once the memories start zapping through, characters will begin to experience what Rey has experienced:

→ Being “born” -- the creation kills its twin. {AM}
→ Sentenced to confinement called Glass House, it is visited by a man who claims he is in love.
→ He wooed her with wicked words. The death of Jonathan, the man who loved a machine {NETHERLANDS, AM}
→ Boot camp: Rey’s memory of being a soldier before she became Sergeant Stone. {NETHERLANDS, LYDIA SHEPHERD}
→ The memory of Sergeant Schmidt, a German soldier.
→ The memory of Sergeant Sheridan, a soldier from the Defense Forces of Ireland. {LYDIA SHEPHERD}
→ A night at the opera with Orion Gideon. Rey cries. {L}
→ Rey opens a body bag which reveals one of her previous vessels. {HIKARU SULU}
→ “Goodnight, Sleepyhead.” (Death and sabotage of Stone.)
→ The memory of Safronov, a Russian sniper. {HIKARU SULU}
→ After her memories come back, Rey has a meltdown and her father is at the receiving end of it.
→ Bird Song: One of many of Rey’s episodes of mental instability during her recovery from insanity. {ANNE MARIE CUNNINGHAM}
→ Don’t worry, it’s only skin: Rey cuts her face up. (tw: self harm) {NETHERLANDS}
→ tl;dr Rey sneaks out and eats at a Chinese restaurant with her brother. (Read as: Pretty much the one pleasant memory of hers I have to offer.
→ General good memories of her time spent with her brother during the four years she had spent living together: Arm wrestling. Racing each other down the streets of future!Chicago, towards a restaurant. Hitting each other (playfully). Getting drunk, which requires a lot of booze.
→ The memories of Sergeant Schuyler, a Dutch woman from Korps Mariniers, the Marine Corps section of the Royal Netherlands Navy. {NETHERLANDS}

(BIA) PLOT UPDATE
Tranquility Memories:
→ Sending the DUPRR pilot, Russe Neson, into the The White Room.

If anyone wants to share any of these memories from Rey (or if they have a personal preference), hit me up in the plotting thread over here!

Update: Pretty much anything from my Eight Lives page is fair game.
New and improved plotting thread can be found over yonder.

STAGE TWO
→ Lydia Shepherd
→ Hikaru Sulu

STAGE THREE
→ Netherlands

(unsorted)
→ L
→ Anastasia Romanov
→ Rose Lalonde
→ Tony Stark (616)

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a terrible dream

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She’s been dreaming of the tower again. Asleep in a moment where the barrel of a gun presses to her head. It’s here she accepts that she is going to die, and with no sadness, nor regret and remorse. Her own finger squeezes the trigger. She is already dying. Letting go. Free and falling, tumbling headfirst into the red and black.

In spite of everything, she is afraid. She fears that she will fall forever.

Kill me, she had told them, though their names now elude her. Their faces take on the shape of blank masks, shadowed by something that is no longer distinguishable.

There is one thing that she does know. The one shape that she had taken the gun from... He is and was her brother. She thinks that she should love him, if she only knew how. She wants to tell him everything.

Her head bursts. She wants to scream but there’s no sound coming from her throat. The dream is fading.

I am wicked. I deserve to die.

That night, she hurt her brother. She nearly coerced and aided a man’s suicide. She allowed a woman to be thrown out a window. More horrifically, she begged someone to kill her. She stood there, her face burning and salty-wet; her words shaken and unfamiliar as she listened to her own voice say the words.

Had only hoped to perhaps offer peace of mind.

Faye Elms... Faye Elms. Something about that name strikes a chord, and the dream starts to become something else.

She remembers waking up in a casket. When she gets out, she has only a toe tag and her mind scraped of all things that defined her. And each memory that comes back to her over time is as pleasant as milk-bones thrown to starving dogs, which would kill one another for their share.

She sees cities laid to waste. A boy crying with blood in his eyes, his hands clutching his face. She is with him, prying his father’s cold, dead fingers from his still-living son as he is seconds away from being burned alive.

There is a particular memory she watches now: Snow falling over a Russian landscape, in this place called Kristiv. Through the sniper scope, she sees a woman. Sky blue eyes swollen, smoky strands of hair clinging to her bruised, sweat-covered face. In this treacherous storm, the woman is confronted with a monster as cold as the raging blizzard. She cares very little about the sanctity of human life, because she herself isn’t human.

But now, watching this moment, between the sounds of broken sobs, there is something called regret. There is a name to this feeling as well, and it’s always been there, buried deep.

Her name is “Isobel!”