EVENT LOG - Amnesia

[lucetimods]

Who: Us!
What: We're, um. I forgot.
When: Now-ish? It ends October 1st, I'm sure of it.
Where: Well, everywhere seems nice.
Summary: Well, I woke up and I don't remember a thing. Oh, wait, this flashcard says, "Post a log".
Rating: I can't remember

Greetings, your name is LUCETI MOD. It seems you've lost your memory. Here's some facts about yourself:

1. You need to post a log about an Amnesia Event.
2. You should link to all the flash cards.
3. Remind people to tag the log like so: [canon] character name
4. Remember to tell them to have fun. Apparently that's a thing?

Hopefully this is all just temporary. Be careful who you trust out there. People may claim to know everything, but you know what they say: Trust half of what you read and none of what you hear. Good luck!

Comments

Any Day

[redjacketthief]

[Early morning of November 27th: Locked to Syre Atreis]

[He awoke in a groggy haze that morning, lying in a bed that was wholly unfamiliar in a wholly unfamiliar room with a wholly unfamiliar woman by his side. Lupin sat up groggily--and regretted it instantly as he was hit by an unfamiliar wave of vertigo. He opened his mouth to speak, to complain--and there was no sound. Lupin flopped back onto bed with an annoyed huff. In his memory there were no answers, only blank space.

This.

Was.

Very.

Annoying.

But he spotted a few clues around the room. A pair of glasses. A note. Men's clothing strewn on the floor in a rumpled heap. The conclusions were obvious. He donned the glasses and reached for the note to see if it said something useful.

It did.]

[Late 27th to Early 30th]

[The conditions were obvious, and Lupin had his suspicions that the card was lying. There was no way that he was a thief. Never. There was a certain nobility in dying a hero, and being a volunteer in the Dome sounded reasonable. He spent his time around the Dome, being as helpful as he could for the sake of his coworkers. His grasp of technology surprised him. Being able to pick a lock was even more of a surprise.

The truth was indiscernible, that much he could tell. Everything warranted investigation, including the final note on his message.

Especially that final note.]

[Late 30th through the 1st]

[Community House 5. It was always Community House 5. His feet had taken him on their own accord, once he trusted his instincts. Even with the aggravating lack of balance and the intermittent bouts of vertigo that smacked him when he stumbled didn't stop him once he chose not to think. The Barracks were oddly familiar. They felt right, though he couldn't say why. The area surrounding Community House 5 gave him a sense of deja vu in relation to a home that he couldn't remember. The workshop, a wooden structure that looked like it was nailed together by strong hands, was easy enough for him to find. Once inside--

Everything clicked. There were gaps still. Annoying gaps. But, Lupin realized something crucially important.

He had work to do.]

Re: Any Day

[lostinmyway]

[On the morning of the 28th, Grune spots one of her friends as she's watering her garden, heading past House 34. He must be going to the Battle Dome to do some training.

She straightens and gives him a cheerful wave.]

Good morning, Arsene!

[Ironically enough? Her memory is perfectly fine. Isn't she lucky?]

28th

[redjacketthief]

[He looked at the tall, busty woman with surprise from underneath the scarf he was using as a terrible shield against the rain. Lupin was trying to find a hat, but thus far was having no luck--and the rain was making the beaten path treacherously muddy.

Even so, she was smiling and using the name that was written on the little note that he kept tucked in the pocket of his green jacket, right next to the odd pack of cigarettes, a hefty lighter, and a stub of chalk he hoped was still usable. It meant that she knew him. Hopefully, she could figure out what was going on.

Lupin mirrored her smile and waved. That was polite, right?]

28th - Hahaha oh god I fail. Pretend that said "tending" her garden; she does that even in the rain.

[lostinmyway]

[She drifts closer to him, the better to have a proper conversation.]

Are you going to practice at the Battle Dome?

28th - No worries, I arbitrarily picked a date!

[redjacketthief]

[Sorry, he has no voice at the moment. A Shift Affliction, not that he remembers that.

Instead he pulled out the note he found next to his bed and tapped on it.

'You're a regular volunteer in the Battle Dome. Pay attention to your coworkers.'

The smile turned boyish, and he flipped it over to reveal a note that he had written earlier:]

I don't remember anything. Can you help?

28th - Actually, I picked that date, too. I just failed to remember the weather calendar exists. XD;

[lostinmyway]

[Grune has been seeing an awful lot of those cards lately. She doesn't remember hearing about Lupin volunteering at the Battle Dome, but it's a nice thing to do, so maybe that's what he does and she just didn't know about it before.

She then reads the message he's written, not finding anything strange about the lack of speech. After being friends with Kain for so long, she's well used to this sort of thing.]

Oh, yes, of course. Why don't you come inside so we can have a nice little chat?

Re: Any Day

[spohkh]

[Spock was... mesmerized with his fingers. They have been giving him the oddest sensations all day.... and he was still looking for his 'Captain'.

Spock's wandering found him at a..rather large building. It was frustrating not knowing anything. When he's looking up, and not paying attention to where he's going, he literally crashes into someone. someone being Mr. Lupin... but he didn't know that.]

29th

[redjacketthief]

[He stumbled at the sudden impact with the dark haired stranger, and was glad that he was close to a wall so he could physically support himself. His Shifts at the Dome had kept his hand busy, and had allowed him to observe the comings and goings of the village.

The simulation rooms were popular. Once steady, he reached for his notepad and flipped to a note he had scratched out earlier in the day.]

do you need help?

Re: 29th

[spohkh]

[Spock wasn't focusing on the notepad, the tingling sensation in his fingers weren't allowing him that luxury. Spock's hands were currently occupied on the strangers shoulders and his thumbs had made contact with skin... he doesn't know why that would make any difference but he's feeling things he know aren't his own. There's a whole slew of stuff coming through his brain and he tries his best to slow it down.

He speaks in his head] What is this?

29th

[redjacketthief]

[The sudden presence in his mind startled him, but it wasn't threatening. It was almost confused, like he was, and he tried to filter around it. No good, but he could find words.

Mind to mind communication was by far easier than writing.]

I'm not sure....

[Lupin reached up to hold onto the stranger's arm to steady himself as his focus wavered and his balance threatened to give way. The firm grip provided by Spock--for yes, he could feel that the name was correct--was enough to anchor him as his strange condition caught up once more.]

Re: 29th

[spohkh]

[Spock looks up at....Arsene's? face. He did hear that right? You can hear me? The note said I have telepathic abilities, I just didn't know what it meant. What's going on?

[Spock's confusion continues, but he makes sure he remains in contact with Arsene.]

Early on the 27th

[removeimpurity]

[The shifting of weight on the bed stirred Syre from her dreamless sleep. For a moment, she wondered where she was, her own bedroom unfamiliar to her.]

[She reached over to turn on a nearby lamp, her hand instead falling onto a pair of glasses -- her glasses? -- and a small card.]

["Greetings, your name is Ariadelle Estriet. It seems you've lost your memory..."]

[So, her name was Ariadelle. Well, that was one step toward making a recovery, right? Her eyes continued to drift down the card lazily (her nose wrinkling at the idea of vivisecting someone), as another thing 'clicked'.]

["You live with your significant other." Okay, it was vague. But considering there was someone else on the bed besides her, it had to hold some truth to it.]

[So slowly, with her head still somewhat clouded by sleep, she sits up and places the card back on the end table before addressing her 'partner'.]

...Good morning.

Early on the 27th

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin watched the unfamiliar woman in bed next to him shift and stir as he recovered from that annoying bout of vertigo, and couldn't help but admire her as she assessed her own situation. She was a lovely woman, far lovelier than he felt that he deserved. The scars on his body hadn't gone unnoticed by him--but it only led him to wonder what sort of life he actually led.

'You died protecting someone you don't know or even like. You would do it again.

It raised a question. Were the scars connected to that.

--but the woman was looking at him with sleepy eyes, and his clothes strewn on the floor could only point to one thing.

damn had he gotten lucky!

Lupin settled into his pillows and smiled boyishly. How was he supposed to explain that he couldn't speak?]

[removeimpurity]

[Her boyfriend was one handsome guy. And, seeing all the clothes on the floor could only mean that they had...]

[With a sly smirk slowly tugging at the corners of her mouth, she leaned over, letting her hand rest on his chest lightly.]

By the looks of things, last night was pretty... fun.

[redjacketthief]

[He grinned at the sudden attention, secretly amazed that he had ended up with such a girl. She had reached the same conclusion--and her lingerie!

Lupin kept his eyes on her face, on that playful smile, and tugged her closer. Perhaps she all ready knew of his problems speaking, and he didn't have to explain.

It would ruin the mood. The thunder rumbled outside and the rain beat against the windows. A storm was a perfect backdrop to this strange little game.]

Late 27th to Early 30th

[universal_charm]

<sub>[He needed tech to save the world, he was sure of it. He didn't give a crap what people said, magic was not real and not an answer. Nope. He needed tech because implosion was science and that was how it worked. Though, magic would make it easier wouldn't it? Magic was cheating, that was it.

He's wandering about, dressed in the leather pants he had gotten the other day and a button down. Just because he was out looking for solutions didn't mean he couldn't look good doing it.]</sub>

I think I time that. What was it, five seconds?

_{[Picking the lock, he means, Mr. Luppin.]}

Late 27th

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin glanced up from the third padlock he had found on the lockers around the simulation rooms that he had started picking on a whim. It was just idle curiosity, but a pair of safety pins should not have been this effective. The blond stranger was clearly amused.

Lupin grinned back and held up a hand. Three fingers. That was three seconds.]

[universal_charm]

Three. Nice. I used to break into things, but... uh, I was just a kick it in kind of guy.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin shrugged nonchalantly as he wrote the strange skill off and reached for his notepad to scribble out a question.]

you mean you remember things?

28th

[neversurrender]

[Steve isn't quite sure what had made him want to go to the Dome. Since waking up the day before he's learned what the building's purpose is, and it's clear from his build that he likes to keep in shape. But it feels almost like something was urging him on to the Dome without his consent.

But once he's there he falls into a seemingly familiar pattern. He's able to use the keypad easily to program his settings. Almost like he's done it many times before hand. And yet he seems to have trouble doing anything more complicated than programming a punching bag. It's then that he notices a man walking by. Maybe he can help.]

Excuse me. Can you help for a moment?

28th

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin caught himself mid-step at the stranger's question and carefully centered himself before he turned to reply. He glanced at the earnest, unfamiliar man and lifted his eyebrows--there was only so much a man could communicate without words, but he was hoping that this was enough.]

28th

[neversurrender]

I need help with this. [He makes a gesture towards the keypad.] I want to try programing an opponent, but I don't know how.

[It's only after he's explained that the embarrassment started to set in. This technology looked simple enough, and yet he didn't have a clue how to use it.]

28th

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin stepped up to the console and tapped out a few commands that he didn't even remember knowing. The program that pinged looked like it was a custom design, with the potential for training.

He wasn't sure what was in store, but motioned for the stranger to come closer as he scratched out a message.]

I found something, but I am not sure what it is. Would you like company in the simulation?]

All of it :P

[doubleppk]

[Do you feel watched, Lupin?]

[For a fairy(tale) princess, Fujiko is pretty proud of her sneaking capabilities. It must be because she admires Lupin so much.]

[And that being said, she's trying (and failing miserably) not to be shy. Every so often she starts to approach, trying to act like she knows exactly the nature of their relationship, but she chickens out at the last second most of the time.]

[Until she gets fed up, annoyed with her own incapacities and throws a coffee cup at Lupin's head. Somehow that feels right.]

;A; Babe~ We have captcha!!

[redjacketthief]

[He counted his blessings that it was an empty, plastic coffee cup that hit him rather than the alternative, but that didn't stop the thread of irritation that zipped down his spine. Lupin looked over his shoulder at the woman he had noticed spying on him throughout the week. She was oddly familiar even if Lupin didn't recognize her off hand, and he had been equally curious about her motives...

But there was work to be done. The source of this widespread amnesia needed investigation and he needed to compile the data he had gleaned from his conversations throughout the week so comparisons could be made and--

Her eyes were like that of a cat. Curious, annoyed, yet hinting at her liability to run off at a second's notice.

Lupin sifted through the various he made throughout the week and held the correct one toward her. It had been well used, but it was simple and effective.]

do you have a name?