CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE~

[intercom_voice]

[Everybody sees everyone's underpants!

By whatever sadistic, poltergeist-like conscious that ruled this place, everything that isn't undergarments has gone missing. Luckily for everyone, tank tops and socks also count as an undergarments, along with the usual.]

((ooc: event will last until the 20th~ available clothing are: socks, plain tank tops, underwear/boxers/etc. and bras. UNDERAGED CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO BE AFFECTED, but if you want to that's fine too.

Have fun, tag your series title, and so on!))

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DID SOMEBODY ORDER A HALF-NAKED RESCUE

[imthe_shit]

[ It had been some time after Snake and Sibyll parted ways in the hallway... Snake had managed to find some smokes, but still none of this clothes, to his disappointment.

Considering everyone was either stark naked or in their underwear, he didn't seem to mind about heading outside to have a smoke... And that's when he spotted someone in the river. ]

... Hn?

[ It was chilly, especially since no one had their clothes on. Snake had thought about going back inside but... Who the hell lies around in the river without any clothes on? He moved closer to try and get a better look, only to realize who it was. ]

Sibyll? [ His eyes widen and he drops the cigarette, rushing into the river without a second thought in order to put an arm about her waist, the other slinging her arm across his shoulder so he could hoist her out of the river. ]

Hang on. [ She was out cold, someone had dragged her here (if the flattened grass leading to the river was any indication). Snake was planning on finding out, but for the moment, he laid her on her back, placing his ear down on her chest, listening for her breathing. ]

I DID I DID

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[The Courier was cold, but still breathing. Her gun was clenched in her hand with an iron grip. Otherwise she appeared to be unharmed. Just asleep.

After a few seconds of stillness, the woman stirred, then jerked awake. Her dark eyes opened, and the look was one of complete bewilderment. Shaking like a leaf, she scrambles away from Snake.]

Who are you? Where am I? Why was I in the river? Did you put me there?

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake blinks, tilting his head somewhat. Well, she was alive, anyway... That was good. But... She didn't appear to remember him, or anything. ]

Sibyll...?

[ He raises two hands in a calming gesture. ] Calm down. I didn't put you in the river-- if I did, why would I pull you out?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Is that my name? Do I know you? Are you... a friend?

[Still shivering in the cold weather, she hesitantly holsters the gun. Sorry, Bakura, no amount of magic is ever going to make her forget a firearm. She wraps her arms around herself, wet, cold and so confused.]

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake's eyes widen. She couldn't even remember her name? Who did this to her? Considering the situation, Snake is mindful not to get too close. ]

Yeah... I'm a friend.

Your name is Sibyll. You're from the Mojave Wasteland. I'm Snake. We met a few months ago.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Mojave Wasteland...[She repeats. There was something just beyond her reach in those words. There was something wrong with all of this, based on what he was saying. She had known him for several months, but had now forgotten him? But why would he be the source of her unexplained amnesia?

There's an unusual look to Sibyll. Where confidence normally reigned, now fear had taken over. She crawls towards Snake, trusting that he had not been lying when he had claimed to be a friend. She was so cold. Unabashedly, she curls up against him.]

What happened to me?

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake tenses up when she curls up against him, a side of her he wasn't used to seeing at all. She was so... vulnerable. This was the same woman who had flirted with him before and complimented his build, but here she was without all that confidence. ]

... I don't know. I came out here and you were half-submerged in the river, that gun in your hand. [ He gestures to the grass. ] Looks like you were dragged by someone and dumped in here.

You really can't remember anything?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

But who would do that? [She looks down at the gun.] Did I do something?

[imthe_shit]

[ He shakes his head slowly, looking at the holster. ]

I don't know. [ The old soldier frowns; it was like talking to another person. Meeting someone without their memories... It was a scary thought to lose your memory. It was why he was glad he wasn't senile... yet. ]

If I can find out, I will.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She was scared. She didn't know why, but that felt wrong. There was something just out of reach that told her that this terror wasn't supposed to be there. It was the same feeling that wouldn't let her cry, no matter how terrified she was.]

...Sibyll. That's... that's not right.

[She's quiet for a few seconds, rocking back and forth a little.]


...Sylvia.

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake tilted his head a bit, brow furrowed at her words. She... remembered a different name? ]

Sylvia... Your name isn't Sibyll?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

No, I'm pretty certain my name is Sylvia. But... [She closes her eyes, her head swimming. This was all wrong.] My head hurts.

[She clings tighter to Snake, burying her face into his chest.]

I don't now what's going on...

I'm really scared

[imthe_shit]

[ He holds his breath, eyes widening when she buries her face in his chest. Hesitantly, he puts his hands to her shoulders. ]

... Calm down... I'll try to help any way I can. Let's get back inside for now.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Um, okay. [She stands up, swaying a little. Snake served as an effective support as they limped back into the warmer building.]

What is this place? It looks strange.

[imthe_shit]

[ Feeling the warmth of the building was refreshing, and Snake could feel goosebumps along his skin when the chilly air had dispersed. He glanced at Sibyll, and looked for a room to settle in. ]

It's a school. Or, at least it was. Now the only people in it are some women and people like us... People who can't remember how we got here, only that we were taken from our homes and trapped here.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Do they always take our clothes? And why would they leave me with my gun?

[She rubs her temple.]

I was... I was just on a run back to Hopeville. I think. It's all so hazy. My head really hurts.

[imthe_shit]

[ Shakes his head. ] This is... a strange circumstance. I wouldn't worry about it too much.

[ Snake blinks at the name. ] Hopeville? Hn... Try not to think too much. If your head is throbbing, thinking about what you can't remember is only going to make it worse.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

But I can't remember anything! [Sylvia wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She leaned against the man heavily, almost hugging him. She felt terrible, but why?]


...who did you say you were again?

[imthe_shit]

[ Finding an empty room, Snake helped Sibyll inside before gesturing to a couch. ]

Sit down there. [ He closed the door behind them, rubbing his arms subconsciously... His body really hated the cold. ] ... Snake. Call me Snake.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She curls up in one corner of the couch, shivering, the picture of misery. It was just so confusing. Why couldn't she remember anything beyond threads of her life? Who was she? What was this place?]

Did they hit me on the head or something? Is that why I can't remember anything?

[imthe_shit]

[ He looked back at her, frowning. She really looked pitiful at the moment... So he knew he should help her. He went to a nearby bed, pulling a blanket off of it and walked over to Sibyll, placing it around her shoulders before sitting down next to her. ]

I don't know. Until we can find out, it'll be better if you can try to calm down and just focus on warming up. I don't know how long you were in that river.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Thank you. [Sylvia wraps the blanket around herself tightly. It does manage to chase away some of the chill. It just didn't do anything for the awful headache. With a sigh, she flops over onto her side.]

Where are you from? You don't look like you'd be from the... [She frowns, trying to grasp at something.]...desert.

[imthe_shit]

[ He shakes his head, leaning back against the couch. ]

I'm a Nomad. I have no country, no home... My origins don't mean a thing anymore. [ Born on the battlefield, living on the battlefield... dying on the battlefield. He was American, once... Now he wasn't sure what he was. ]

press X snake

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[If he looks carefully, there's an echo of the Sibyll that Snake knows when she gives him a tiny, knowing smile and reaches out, draping some of the blanket over him.]

You look as cold as I feel.

PRESSES X

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake's eyes widen a bit, noticing that smile... but he squints his eyes again, remembering that this was... Sylvia, not Sibyll. Having the blanket draped on him, he nodded his head slowly. ]

Hnn... Thanks. I rushed into that river without thinking... Had to save you.