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

[halfnhalf]

No, but...

[Teddy trails off as he picks up both the card and the tag, and he quietly reads the card out loud as he gets to a more upright position.]

"Greetings, your name is Teddy Altman. It seems you've lost your memory...?"

[selfhelp]

[...Huh. Hearing that makes Billy glance around, finding a second card and tag on the table on his side of the bed.]

"Greetings, your name is William-" [...uh. What's his last name. He really can't- ugh, seriously?] ...Okay, so I guess that confirms amnesia. Assuming this is trustworthy.

[Which he's... really iffy about.]

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy leans over to look at Billy's card, eyebrows raised. Since he apparently fell asleep with him, might as well figure out who this person is, right?

Gay, unable to please his father, doesn't want anything, and an escaped convict?

Huh.

He gives a one shouldered shrug and gets back to his own side of the bed.]

As dubious as this is, it's our only clue right now. We should at least take it with a grain of salt, anyway.

[And he looks at his own card, and -

... Oh. It already sounds bad.]

[selfhelp]

[As soon as he's read his own card and noticed Teddy leaning over him to see it, Billy hastily hides it against his chest, eyes wide- and probably too late. Damn. Who the hell would do something like that, though, just- just announce personal details like sexuality or family issues or- goddammit- and now he's blushing. Ugh, ugh, he'd really love to give whoever made these cards a piece of his mind.

Grasping for a distraction from the derail of his own mind, he tries to see Teddy's.]

Wh- what's yours say?

[halfnhalf]

Um...

[Well, since he looked, might as well move the card so that Billy can read it, too.]

[selfhelp]

[Billy glances over the card, his gaze flitting to Teddy a few times, then leans back, looking uncomfortable.]

...Wow. Uh. If we happen to meet your girlfriend, I promise never to mention all of- [He gestures at the bed, flounders for a moment, then deflates.] ...this.

[Awwwwwkward. Nothing like waking up in bed with a gay guy. He's lucky Teddy didn't punch him and flounce out of the room or something.]

[halfnhalf]

[Wow, why did that make something uncomfortable twist in Teddy's gut? Just the thought that he has a girlfriend out there somewhere. If this card is right, then that doesn't make sense. He should be elated.

In fact, he should be looking for her. But somehow, he doesn't really want to.]

Don't worry about it. [And despite the discomfort caused only by that first fact, he still smiles, and finally gives in to resting his hand on Billy's shoulder.] But since you mentioned "we", does that mean we're working together now?

[selfhelp]

[Billy's eyes widen, dropping to stare at the hand on his shoulder in surprise before he lifts them back to focus on Teddy's expression. He's... smiling?]

I, uh. [....] Shouldn't you be a little more worried about working with someone who's apparently a criminal?

[halfnhalf]

[And another little shrug, while Teddy uses his free hand to flip his own card between his fingers.]

Grain of salt, remember? Besides, you clearly don't remember it. I don't think it's fair to turn away from you because of something you don't remember.

[selfhelp]

[Billy stares at him for a long moment, leaning back a bit and cocking his head to one side. ...Huh.]

Am I still dreaming? Because you are way too nice to be the real deal.

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy laughs again, quiet and brief, while finally freeing Billy's shoulder as if it were an afterthought. Straight, straight.]

As dreamlike as all of this is, I'd like to think I'm as real as you are.

[He takes the name tag that he placed aside next, first looking at the name, then the back of it.]

So, William no last name, what's the first order of business?

[selfhelp]

[Too nice. He is way, way too nice.

Billy slides away from Teddy to sit on the edge of the bed, folding up his card and setting it aside for now, trying to ignore the slight tingle on his shoulder where Teddy had touched him. Like... static electricity, or something. It's nothing worth thinking about.

Logically- he's gotta look at this logically.]

I'd say scour this place, wherever we are, and look for more hints. We might figure out if this is even our place, or if we live somewhere else. Any details about ourselves and what could've happened to us.

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy himself sets his card face down on the night stand. Best not to look at it anymore.]

Detective work, then. I can get behind that. [He finally stands and walks away from the bed, then stops, hands on his hips, and looks around the room.

Nope, doesn't look familiar. Nothing's really clicking with him, though his eyes do linger on the spines of comic books peeking out from the bookshelf.]

Got a magnifying glass, detective William? [Not that he needs it, but he might as well make light of the situation and not make it heavier than it already is.]

[selfhelp]

[William... why does that somehow sound off to him? It's weird. He pushes his concerns aside and stands up as well, grabbing a pair off jeans that look like they might fit off of a chair and tugging them on. If they're going to be investigating, he's not about to do it in his boxers, especially not with a guy like this hanging around.]

Like I'd know if I did. I think this is my room, though. The clothes fit.

[Either that or Teddy wears extremely tight pants.]

[halfnhalf]

You've got a cool room. [Teddy is seriously thinking of checking out those comic books, but now that he knows this is Billy's room, touching them just seems... wrong.

But now that he's moving to the closet just to confirm that Billy's clothes do in fact fit, Teddy frowns, eyes zeroing in on a pair of shirts in particular.]

There's a couple of them that don't fit. Maybe they're your pajamas? ... Do you mind if I borrow one?

[He's kind of still in his own boxers, after all.]

[selfhelp]

What? Oh, uh. Sure. Not like they're even my clothes for sure, so wear whatever you want.

[Just. For the love of god, put on some clothes, because that state of undress is basically cementing the "you're gay" theory for him.

He wanders further away until he reaches the bookshelf, zeroing in on the collection of comics, fantasy novels, sketchbooks. He picks one at random, flipping through and finding dozens of sketches of costumed figures, all of them unfamiliar faces, except-

...there's an awful lot of Teddy in here. Oh god, oh god he's that desperate gay kid with a crush on his hot straight roommate and they totally had drunken pity sex last night or something. Hastily he shuts the book and sets it back into place, focusing back on the comics instead. He pointedly avoids looking at the blond, feigning interest in what he's doing instead.]

I don't know what most of this stuff is, but I'm pretty sure this all means that I'm a geek.

[halfnhalf]

[Meanwhile, Teddy's looking down at the shirt with such a frown on his face.

It fits. Perfectly. It's big for Billy - shoulders too broad and looking like it ought to fit someone a little taller, but for Teddy...

They could just be pajamas. But this shirt just feels like it's his.

So what's it doing in Billy's closet?

Before he can mull on that further, he hears Billy's voice, and Teddy decides to just disregard it. He's probably just thinking about little things way too much with this memory wipe.

Shirt now covering his upper body, Teddy makes his way back to Billy and looks over the various books.]

I'm okay with that. Considering how much I want to look at all this stuff, maybe I am, too.

[selfhelp]

Really? [Billy lifts a brow, then tugs a couple of comics from the shelf, dropping down to sit cross-legged beside it.] Well, help yourself. I think we can spare five minutes to 'investigate' the hobbies of amnesiac teenagers.

[Five minutes, he tells himself, as he opens up an issue of Red Robin.]

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy plops down cross-legged beside him, a smile on his face as he leans forward, forearms resting on his knees.] Who knows? Maybe we'll figure something out in that time.

[Five minutes, he tell himself. Then they can move on and see what else they can remember.]

[selfhelp]

[AND THEN THREE HOURS LATER Billy looks up at the clock and stares.]

...Uh... Teddy? It's almost noon.

[Holy shit, did they seriously just sit here and read comic books all morning. It was fun, yes - a lot of fun, actually, experiencing comics, realizing that yes, he is a geek, but apparently so is Teddy, and they seem to have no problems talking to each other - but to lose three hours to just... reading and talking? Who even does that?]

[halfnhalf]

... Are you serious?

[Teddy looks at the clock as well, and - oh jeez when did he get closer to Billy, maybe he should lean back a little, there we go - and widens his eyes. He's serious. Didn't they start like... three hours ago?

...]

Well, so much for five minutes. [And they really should get going...

But Teddy likes it here. Sitting together, talking, laughing, reading, geeking out over everything that happened in the comics; it was as if all the tension and unease from earlier just melted away. It felt... natural. Like they'd been friends forever.

...]

Did you... want to finish this one up, maybe?

[selfhelp]

...Well, yeah, of course. I figured that was a given.

[It's... not like he was saying they had to stop or anything. He doesn't want to stop, this is fun. And he feels like he's actually getting to know Teddy, even though neither of them can remember a thing.

Maybe this is as good an investigation as ever- he's certainly learning a lot about his and Teddy's personality quirks.]

[halfnhalf]

... Oh. Oh, well... Okay. Given taken.

[Teddy tries not to smile too widely before he looks down at the Green Lantern comic on Billy's leg. After this comic. He'll tell himself that much, at least.]

Look - Kyle's totally about to kick some butt on the next page, I just know it -

[selfhelp]

[Billy shares the grin, leaning over until his shoulder bumps up against Teddy's.]

Of course he is, he's a super hero.

[He turns the page, and sure enough-]

You'd think this stuff would just get boring and predictable, but I just want to read it all. Hey, that's new-

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy gives Billy's shoulder a bump right back, and then looks down to see - sure enough, there he is, using that awesome ring power to kick some ass.]

I know, do you have anymore? - Whoa, did he just turn the ring into an actual army?