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]

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.]

[fleurdesel]

It will come to you in time. The more familiar something is to you, the more likely it is you will have some flash of memory.

[thenightmarebegins]

Then I must do what I can to seek those answers.

[A pause, as he determines if he wants to say this. It's nagging at him though, the thought that maybe finding out will only be the start of more issues to deal with.]

Do you wonder at all if the truth is something you won't want to hear...?

[fleurdesel]

...it doesn't matter if you like the truth or not. So long as it is true, it is worth knowing.

[It's said with a slow, hesitant certainty. Something she knew deep down beyond all the layers of things she couldn't recall, something hard and cold that didn't feel like the woman she thought of herself. But it was true none the less. That much, she knows.]