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

[fabrecation]

[Luke had discovered a few things before she came back.

1. They definitely knew each other before this happened. He'd found a few pictures on the nightstand. For half a second as he looked at a picture of her, Luke thought that he'd ended up on her bed, but then his eyes caught a picture of the both of them, dancing together. And they looked so happy. Even if they weren't... involved, they were at least close friends.

2. Luke has a twin brother who loves him very much, and it's possible that his hair isn't really red. He's very overcome with the urge to find his twin, and that's the main reason he's up and trying to find his clothes. Being here with a woman who thinks he's nothing but an awful murderer is suffocating; if he has a brother, one who loves him no matter if that fact is true or not, he needs to find him.

...

And he couldn't help looking at his mirror and staring hard. Don't trust your mirror.

Maybe his hair really is dyed?

3. The clothes in the closet fit him. And he has a hideous fashion sense.

Then there's a knock and the sound of her voice, and very suddenly he finds tears in his eyes again.

He isn't sure why. Was he happy? Sad? Scared? Whatever it is, Luke wipes at his eyes once more, then steps out of the closet, fully clothed. And he can't help the smile on his face once he sees her; she did come back.]

Y-Yeah! I mean... maybe I am. Sort of. It feels like a good name.

[fourteen]

[ .... there's something about the way he smiles at her. It actually brings her up short, causing her to blink and stare at him as something in her chest shifts in a way she can't name. ]

I ... I'm sorry. [ The words come out before she can stop them, or even think about why she's saying them. ] About ... before. I ... [ She ducks her head. ] ... I wasn't thinking. This is all so ... strange. It's scary... not knowing anything about who you are.

[ Why do those words feel so true? Deep inside somewhere... ]

... if you're a murderer, then I'm a monster. [ She looks up at him again with a weak, uncertain smile. ] So ... maybe there's a reason we're here together. ... did you find anything?

[fabrecation]

[His hand grips the door of the closet while she talks, and he can feel that fear he's feeling slowly melt away.

It's such a huge relief, and he half wonders why. He'd just told himself that it didn't matter what she thought... and, again, he reminds himself why it does matter. So knowing that she's... apologetic about it - It's like a huge weight just lifted from his shoulders.

His smile turns more genuine as a result, and he ducks his head and turns it away a little, as if it made him a bit shy.]

It's okay... I mean, I'm scared too. For what it's worth, I - I meant what I said earlier. I never want to hurt anyone.

[He glances up at her, an uncertain smile on his face as well.] And... well, I don't think you're a monster, either. You're too nice for that.

[But now to address that question. He looks to the side again, towards the pictures.]

As far as me finding anything? I think we knew each other before this... happened.

[fourteen]

[ ... she approaches him, drawn like a moth to flame, her cautious smile melting into something more genuine. ]

... thank you. You're really sweet.

[ But she follows his gaze to the pictures, and moves over to those. Of course she spots the one of them together, dancing, and she picks it up, visibly surprised.

... they look so happy together... gosh. Look at her face. Her expression as she stares at the picture must be a wonder to behold. Surprise melting into curiosity melting into fondness melting into wonder. ]

It's like ... we go together. But...

[ She thinks of her card. It said she was single, right? They can't be dating...

Then again, why does she so blindly trust the card? It gave her a name, but ... that doesn't mean it's right. ]

... I think we must be really special to each other somehow.

[fabrecation]

[While Luke does approach her, he makes sure to keep a respectable distance, at least a few feet. But if he tilts his head just so, he can see her expressions, and there's something about it that makes him smile and feel an odd warmth in his chest. She's really...

...]

I think so, too. I mean... we're living together, right? And... everything else.

[The pictures. The... way they woke up. Even though Luke still doesn't think they slept together, there had to be a reason why they were comfortable enough to be like that in the first place.]

[fourteen]

[ She looks back at the picture, then back at him. Abruptly she smiles, setting the picture down and approaching him once more. ]

Do you think we might still remember how to dance, somehow?

[fabrecation]

[The question catches Luke off guard, and for a moment, he loses his smile in favor of surprise. Dancing? Is - Is she asking him to dance? After the way they reacted to each other? And besides, what if he doesn't know? What if -

These what ifs are in his head and yet he finds himself smiling again. It's shy, and he reaches up to scratch at his cheek a little.]

I-I, um... guess we can find out? [And with that, he slowly extends a hand.]

[fourteen]

[ "Kairi," if she thinks about it, has no idea why this is happening. She doesn't know who this boy is, why they were sleeping naked in the same bed, why there's a picture of them together, or why his card says he's a murderer.

But she knows one thing. They were together before. Before their memories disappeared. And whatever together means...

She knows from how happy she looks that he must be special.

What else do they have to do? What else is there when you wake up knowing precisely nothing? It's not like they've got anywhere to be. They've got all the time in the world.

So she takes his hand. Apparently, her body remembers more than she does, as she finds her other hand moving naturally to his waist. Is this muscle memory? Something her body recalls that her mind cannot? Oh, who cares. She beams at him and decides to just go with it. ]

[fabrecation]

["Luke" really can't believe this is happening. One moment she's backing away from him and pleading with him to not hurt her - his eyes are still a little red from that, even, and the next, she's accepting his offer to dance. Why did he even ask, anyway? They're scared and don't know what's going on and - they're going to dance.

His smile widens when she takes his hand and moves naturally into position. Somehow, it's a position he knows. It could be muscle memory, even though he's not feeling the least bit confident in himself and his ability right now.

He looks at the picture of the two of them, dancing and smiling and laughing and so happy together, and he wonders if he can really be anything like that.

Luke doesn't have the memory of how to be a noble to rely on. Thus, he doesn't straighten up like one properly should when inviting a lady to dance. But he does take in a deep breath, and he takes a step back and begins to dance.

It's not nearly as extravagant as the picture seems to say they're able to - he at least knows where his feet go and how to lead her into the steps with him, but he isn't sure about the... twirling and whatever other advanced moves comes with it. Even so, he still smiles with a tiny blush on his face.

This... really isn't so bad. Luke doesn't know this Kairi girl at all, but... he does know, for certain, that they had to be very close.]

[fourteen]

[ Despite herself, despite everything, she feels her own face heat up. And she just starts laughing and can't stop.

What a bizarre situation. The monster and the murderer, moving together through a gentle waltz to music only they can hear.

It's not long, though, before she steps back from him, putting an end to their dance, though she keeps her hold on his hand. She's feeling kind of shy, suddenly.

But it's nice, making a friend. Isn't that what this is? That feels like a nice thing, making friends. Even with a stranger. It feels like somehow she's done that before. ]

Hehe. That was fun... thank you.

[fabrecation]

[He keeps a hold on her hand, also just a little shy, enough to look down at the floor and reach his free hand up to rub at the back his head, where the hair ends.]

I-I didn't really... I'm not all that, uh... [Finally he glances at her, a little helplessly.] ... Yeah. You too.

[It really is nice, to make a friend. Or, rather... become friends again.]

[fourteen]

[ ... oh my. What is this feeling? It's familiar, but at the same time...

She pulls in a deep breath. ]

... you're right. I don't think you could ever hurt anyone. [ ... she blushes, looking, you know, elsewhere. ] You're really kind, and sweet...

[ Blushing, blushing. She finally lets go of his hand, if only to bring both of her own up to her chest where her fingers curl somewhat uselessly. ]

Um... I never said... [ A beat, and she laughs. ] It's ... nice to meet you, Luke.

[fabrecation]

[... She has no idea how happy he is to hear that.

His smile turns more certain, and much more happy. And really, Luke could care less if that card is true or not; dwelling on the past gets you nowhere. You have to look forward in order to keep walking towards it.]

It's nice to meet you too, Kairi.

[And since this is making that feeling in his chest turn more warm and thus more awkward, he shifts in his place and looks towards the door.]

So did you, uh... find out anything, too?

[fourteen]

[ This is weird... this is really weird. But she's single and she's never dated anyone... there has to be a reason....

A sigh. ] Um... I think I live here. Maybe we live here together? [ She tugs on her top. ] All the clothing in that other room fits me... I don't recognize anything in there, though.

[fabrecation]

((continued here!))