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

[fleurdesel]

So you know of these?

[Her head snaps up at that, eyes wide, terrified, and painfully hopeful. He knew. He knew if she was crazy or not, he knew what they meant. Where they came from, what they were- he had answers and that's all she wanted if she couldn't make them stop.]

Are they real? Have they happened? Am I insane or is there another reason or-

[She reaches out to touch his sleeve, to plead with him for answers when the world goes cold again. Silent. And she can't shut it away this time as she watches him burn, fall, and bleed in front of her.]

[averybadfeeling]

[This time, the response comes before he can second-guess it. He holds her, not in a close embrace, but steadying her, his hands gentle but firm on her shoulders.]

"No. No, Adele, they're not real. They're only an illusion brought about by a vengeful, spiteful spirit, now defeated and sealed away."

[As he speaks, he stretches out with the Force, mingling his consciousness with hers and lending his strength against her pain, emphasising that single, simple thought. This vision is not real.]

[fleurdesel]

[Not real. It isn't real, and she isn't insane, and even through the confusion and the twisted vision she believes him. Sags against him once this one is over and presses her face into his shoulder to sob quietly. He was whole, he wasn't a bloody mess and she doesn't understand why. Wants to ask him and is terrified to do so.

All she can manage is to cling until the worst of it passes. Until she can breathe and think again. Wonder very quietly to herself why her first instinct is to reach out, why that odd presence in her mind is so very comforting.]

...why?

[averybadfeeling]

"You displayed unrepentant defiance to a powerful being who had angered you."

[He manages a slight smile, still holding her and keeping his consciousness connected with hers. It is more for her comfort and stability as she recovered from the trauma than anything else.

Which didn't mean he didn't take comfort in it himself.]

"It's something of a habit for you."

[fleurdesel]

So I am a suicidal idiot.

[That is not at all comforting. Really. Is she the sort that spits in the face of something that can cause this? That's just foolish.]

...a chronic suicidal idiot.

[averybadfeeling]

"... I prefer to think of you as honest in the face of adversity, but perhaps I'm simply biased."

[fleurdesel]

Because we are friends, yes?

[averybadfeeling]

"Yes. You've been one of my closest friends in the village, in fact."

[At least she wasn't outright hostile. He wasn't certain he would have handled another conversation about Tony Stark and orgasms.]

[fleurdesel]

I. Good. That's good.

...

Do you know why I would wake up in the clinic with an iv in my arm? Between that and the visions I thought myself insane.