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

[statice]

[Have a shrug, Jack. We can't all be happy-go-lucky when there's that absolutely certain feeling that something's off. He looks quite disturbed, really.]

I might've missed it. Did you find it on yourself?

[of_sablier]

On the pillow next to me when I woke up, actually. Maybe you should go look on your bed?

[statice]

[But it's a mess in there.

No, seriously, it is— just look at it as he steps back and nudges the door open. Books piled on the floor, books piled on the table, books piled on the bed...]

[of_sablier]

... are you sure this is your room? It doesn't look like there's space for a bed in here.

[Unless that's a bed over there beneath that pile of books.]

[statice]

[Or a very tall pile of books?!]

I suppose I could've fallen asleep in the library.

[But he sound a little doubtful. Would he do that— in his bedclothes?]

[of_sablier]

It seems a bit small and lacking in shelves to be a library.

[Although he supposes it's possible. There are certainly enough books to make up one.]

[statice]

[Stepping very very carefully through the room now— whoa nelly, that's a lotta books.]

Not a very neat library.

[Let's see, where had he woken up at? There's something that looks like a bench— a bed? Yeah, maybe that's a good place to start rifling through.]

[of_sablier]

[Jack will watch him for a few seconds before getting distracted by the cover of one of the books thrown haphazardly onto the floor near the doorway. He'll pick it up to get a better look and...

... oh my. Well. What interesting taste in books you have, Leo. Don't mind him just flipping through it while you look for that card of yours.]

[statice]

[Don't look scandalised, Mister Killed-My-Friend. That's one of the tamer ones.

Dig dig dig— aha?! There's a distinct pause of digging noises as he reads...]

[of_sablier]

[That pause draws Jack's attention away from that scandalous book, tilting his head in an attempt to spot Leo behind the mounds and mounds of books.]

Did you find it?

[statice]

["Your name is Glen Baskerville."

Well then.]

Mm.

[It's a non-committal sound, but one thing's for sure: He did find something.]

[of_sablier]

What does it say?

[Cue him trying to scramble over the heaps of books to get a look at it himself.

... he's not very successful.]

[statice]

["That I'm your dead best friend."]

It warned me about hats.

[of_sablier]

... hats? What kind of hats? That's a rather strange thing to warn someone about.

[statice]

It didn't say. But it sounds weird.

[He shoves the card into the pocket of his nightclothes. Stupid, confusing things, these cards.]

...are you just going to lie there?

[of_sablier]

[Oh fine, he'll sit up now and brush himself off, still peering as if trying to get a look at that card.]

Surely it said some other things that weren't as weird too. Or is that really all it said?

[statice]

[jack, don't eye his pants pls.]

The other things were boring.

[of_sablier]

Ah, so it was like mine, then.

[Don't put it in your pants and he won't look there, man. :|]

I suppose that doesn't help either of us much at all.

[statice]

[Trust less of what you read than what you know, huh?]

Without context, they aren't helpful at all. [But there's so many things he doesn't know as well! Hmm.] How— long have you been in this house?

[of_sablier]

That I don't know. I honestly can't remember anything before waking up this morning, as I assume is the same for you as well.

[statice]

That's right.

[Also, his hair is so annoying and getting in the way of actually looking around the room so he parts his bangs exasperatedly. There, let's get a better look at you, alleged best friend.]

You're the first person I've seen since waking up.

[of_sablier]

If you live here too, then the two of us must be living together for some reason.

... perhaps we're family!

[Because there's such a striking resemblance between the two of them, right?]

[statice]

[And in an equally bright tone, to match Jack's own:]

Maybe I'm your son.

[of_sablier]

Mmm, in that case, you must have taken after your mother.

[statice]

Why, father, how young you must be.