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

[thenightmarebegins]

[Vincent has gone and traded his clothing for... basically the same style, but with a lovely pink color and flowery pattern on the cape. He's also going around the village, trying to make sense of the things he knows about himself as well. He still doesn't even recognize the surroundings, and he's found out by now that one of his "facts" is a lie. And he's still bothered by the things in his mind that he can't explain.]

[He's in the middle of contemplating things when he notices the woman who has an incredibly troubled expression.]

Pardon me... Is something wrong?

[fleurdesel]

[For a moment she can't quite process what she's hearing- not from anxiety or another bout of those visions but...what he's wearing.

Pink? Was that normal?

Would she know if it wasn't?

Adele shakes off the sense of unease that follows her most of the time as of late and manages to fake a smile. That was normal. She thinks. IT felt like something she would do. Nothing wrong here- oh who was she kidding? It falls and she scrubs her face with a hand.]

A little of everything is wrong.

[thenightmarebegins]

Then you're afflicted in the same manner as I am? The loss of memories...

[It's difficult to deal with, the not knowing. There are a lot of things he'd really like to have explanations for... things which he can't explain, and in some cases isn't so sure he wants to explain.]

[fleurdesel]

I...yes.

[She huddles in on her self a bit, deflating. Not remembering anything left her without a will to feign normalcy. Whatever that might have been, here.]

It seems that many of us have been thus afflicted.

[thenightmarebegins]

Yes... it would seem to be widespread around this village. It makes me wonder what may have caused this...

[fleurdesel]

I wonder sometimes as well...and it quickly becomes too disturbing for me to think on for very long.

[thenightmarebegins]

Thinking too long on what I may or may not know has become a disturbing process.

[If only he knew something, the more troubling thoughts would perhaps make more sense.]

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps it is best to continue without assuming you know anything, and let the remainder return as it should.

[thenightmarebegins]

It could be worth attempting. Have you found that's helped any of your memories so far?

[fleurdesel]

Some of them- yes. The rest I think require context or a specific individual to trigger them. That seems to be the way of things thus far...I don't know why, but. I somehow expected you to speak to me today. I did not know it at the time, but now that you are here? It feels right.

[thenightmarebegins]

Could it mean we were acquainted before this...?

[He has to admit, he's had that feeling with some people he's encountered, but not all of them. So perhaps he ought to pay closer attention to that.]

[fleurdesel]

It's possible. I think...yes. We know of one another- perhaps even converse? Your voice is not unfamiliar to me as some in the village. And I feel despite your attire I expected you to be somber.

[thenightmarebegins]

[That... sounds right. He's noticed that about his mindset, ever since this whole thing started.]

I believe that's so... even if I don't remember any of the details beyond that familiarity.

[Although he's certain she's usually less anxious overall... but given these circumstances...]

[fleurdesel]

[All she can offer him is a very tight smile. Graciousness and congeniality is difficult when you're not certain who you are aside from some notes on a card and you've a mess in your head.]

Perhaps we are friends, then? I think we may be more than passing acquaintances.

[thenightmarebegins]

[It's not an idea that he takes lightly, but it doesn't take long to agree to that.]

I believe that's so as well. Under the circumstances... it's good to meet again.

[fleurdesel]

A pleasure to meet you. My name is Adele, I think.

[She extends a hand, smiling.]

And yours?

[thenightmarebegins]

My name is either Chaos... or Vincent.

[The card said one, someone else told him the other, and strangely, they both feel right.]

[fleurdesel]

...Vincent.

[She nods more to herself than anyone else.]

That seems more likely to be true.

[thenightmarebegins]

If that's so, then the card is mistaken. You're not the first to have believed that to be my name.

[It doesn't solve the mystery of this 'Chaos' familiarity, but it at least helps somewhat to have more confirmation on the name.]

[fleurdesel]

Some of what is on the cards is not true. The trick is sorting out what is, and what isn't.

[thenightmarebegins]

My concern is the parts of these cards that aren't mere lies, but distortions of the truth.

[Something far more dangerous, he believes.]

[fleurdesel]

...what is on your card to make you fear that?

[thenightmarebegins]

The confusion over my name, mainly... I don't know why, but I feel that the one it gave me still means something.

[fleurdesel]

A title, perhaps? A character trait?

[thenightmarebegins]

A title or pseudonym... although I cannot imagine what purpose would be behind it.

[It's frustrating, feeling like the answer is there, but he just hasn't grasped it yet.]