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

[snikting]

James, on his way out of the house already, turned back on the girl. His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down.

"Why don't you tell me?"

[touchofrogue]

"Tell ya what?" She was so confused. "Who the heck are you? An' why are you wrecking my house?"

...at least, she thinks it's her house.

[snikting]

"Howlett. Apparently. An' I don't have a clue why I'm here."

She did, he figured. If that card was right.

[touchofrogue]

"So you decided tearin' inta things was the way to go?"

...possibly this should frighten her. It doesn't. Except there was some part of her which whispered that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.

...huh.

[snikting]

"You got a better idea?"

[touchofrogue]

"Askin' questions occurred ta me. Maybe tryin' ta find someone who knew me. Yeah. I'd say they were a sight better than throwin' a tantrum."

[snikting]

"You didn't wake up with these, kid."

A pair of claws suddenly emerged from his hands.

[touchofrogue]

She stumbled backwards, not expecting that at all. "Woah!"

[snikting]

With a painful effort, he began to retract them. Not yet in control of it.

"Just stay away from me, ya hear me? I'm some... kinda monster."

[touchofrogue]

Whatever her name was, she wasn't an idiot.

"Maybe ya are," she took a half-step towards him. "But as long as ya ain't gonna slice me with those, I could seriously use some coffee. If I can remember what coffee is then it's got ta be important. You want some?"

[snikting]

"You got some kinda death wish? Makin' me coffee won't fix a thing."

If anything, her attempt at normalcy was offputting. It was too much like acting.

[touchofrogue]

Continued