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

All Days

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet had read his flash card and... well... woken up alongside Ingo, who he believes now is his grown son...

.........

...Okay it's a little hard to swallow. But he's going around, trying to find more people who might know him from before.]

Ah, hey, do you maybe know where the news... place... might be? I think I work there.

[Later on, he'll be a little more calm, just constantly stretching and cracking his back and mumbling about being old. Ah, placebo effect... at any rate, Emmet will not be doing anything particularly strange, aside from being less bizarre than before. He seems to be a fairly friendly fellow, if a little awkward.]

A DAY

[tsuntrader]

News... Place? [Oh no, it's a reporter. He has to be super careful about his secret identity!]

[infinitegrin]

Yeah. I think I need to report in for work - I can only hope my boss can excuse the abnormal circumstances.

[tsuntrader]

[...Is that really his first concern?] I wouldn't be surprised if your boss forgot that he was your boss.

[infinitegrin]

Yes, yes, but I'd still like to be at least somewhat responsible for myself, even if I can't really... be blamed for something like this.

[tsuntrader]

You said it yourself. You can't be blamed for it. If you keep fussing like that, you'll give yourself gray hairs.

[infinitegrin]

[He'll just... take off his hat.]

I'm already at that age, anyway, it won't make that much of a difference.

[tsuntrader]

[...Er. Whoops. Gray hair, gray hairs...]

Why is your hair gray, anyway? You don't look old. [Silver you don't just ask people why they have gray hair]

[infinitegrin]

Well, I think I aged well, at least by looks.

[He rubs the back of his neck some more, as though it's stiff.]

But I feel pretty old...

27TH

[infinitefrown]

[GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING SUNSHINE! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY AND oh god what am i talking about it's raining outside and Ingo's head hurts and-- wait

wait

who is this sleeping next to him

what

OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON.........]

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet also stirs awake, groaning from the headache and sitting up, rubbing his neck.]

...Whoa! Hey, what--

[Wait. Wait...]

I... huh? Do I know you?

[infinitefrown]

I was going to ask you the same thing.

[......UH..... THIS IS BAD.

AND ALSO REALLY AWKWARD]

[infinitegrin]

...I... can't remember you. Or anything...

[Hang on. He gets out of bed, looking around - there's a notecard? He picks it up and starts reading it.]

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One of them days

[mischiefbreeder]

A news place? [Does he know a news place. ...Nope, don't think so.] Nah, sorry.

[infinitegrin]

Drat! No one seems to know where one might be! I hope I at least find a co-worker...

[mischiefbreeder]

I'd help but I'm havin' difficulty rememberin' much right now.

[infinitegrin]

It seems like a village-wide event, so I guess I could just assume I don't need to go to work, but...

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Day 1

[pendantry]

[This guy totally looks like that other guy whose spirited flickermonster is now following her around wearing the saddest expression.]

What's a news place?

[infinitegrin]

[Oh, the creepy chandelier thing - it seems to be hovering over this strange woman, though...]

It's a place where those who write for the paper get together, I think, to collaborate.

[pendantry]

What is "the paper"?

[Oh, but Chandelure knows you too will you be more accepting than your brother?]

[infinitegrin]

It's... what people read to find out what's going on? It's where people read the news...

[pendantry]

I don't know anything like that. [Chandelure is ghosting around Emmet in a circle. Raven tries to ignore it.] ...I don't know much of anything at all.

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet may or may not be scooting just a little closer to Raven...]

Ah, well, I don't know much besides that...

[pendantry]

[But EMMET don't you want to play who's that pokemon?]

Do you know someone named Rapunzel?

[infinitegrin]

[NOT WITH SOMETHING ALLEGEDLY OUT TO EAT HIS SOUL, NOPE...]

Huh? No, I don't, but I've been going around keeping track of people anyway. I could let you know if I run into her.