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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[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.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Thank you. I don't know why you did it, but thanks all the same.

[She scoots closer to Snake, leaning up against him and leaning her head on his shoulder. After all, there was no replacement for body heat.]

Do I know you? I feel... I don't know... safe?

[imthe_shit]

[ Indeed there wasn't. Snake swallows and shifts his legs a bit, trying not to appear uncomfortable. ]

... Yeah. Like I said, we met a few months ago... Talked a lot. [ I CQC'd you, gently. ]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

...Right. [She frowns, looking confused.] Why can't I remember that? You just told me that!

[Sylvia rubs her temples with her fingers, trying to chase away the pounding in her skull. Then with a dejected sigh, she buries her head into Snake's shoulder.]

[imthe_shit]

[ A low rumble sounds in his throat when she buries her head into his shoulder, squinting his eyes somewhat as he looks at her. He frowns, putting a hand to her shoulder. ]

Hey. Try to relax. The more you force yourself to remember, the more it'll hurt.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

It's hard to relax when you don't know anything.

[Despite that, she tries to take his advice, taking in a few deep breaths. He was right, the pounding in her head eased off when she just focused on her breathing.]

[imthe_shit]

I've grown up without knowing anything... I never knew I had a family, never knew who my father was... That I had brothers I was never told about. Every mission I was on, things were always kept from me. I was never on a "need to know" basis, just a tool.

I've gotten used to not knowing. It's frustrating but... it's just the way things are for me.

[ He strokes her back a bit. ] You... I'll help you find your memories. There's no reason anyone should have to live the way I did.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

How did you get used to it?

[There's a hint of despair in her voice. How long had it taken him to resign himself to not knowing? She closes her eyes and sets her jaw, trying to chase down her thoughts before they ran away with her.]

...No, you're right. You've offered to help, and I'll take you up on it.


...Thanks.

[imthe_shit]

[ He doesn't respond to the comment-- in fact, there's no good way to get used to it. You just... accept it. He knew he'd always be lied to, regardless of the situation. He was a soldier, not one of the higher ups. Soldiers didn't deserve to know anything... It had taken the Shadow Moses incident for him to realize that. ]

... Don't thank me yet. I haven't done anything. [ Snake, don't sell yourself so short. ]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

You've offered. That's more then most would do out here in the desert.

[Another echo of Sibyll in her determined voice and the small, familiar smile. She's still there, merely sealed away by something. But it vanishes again as she realizes how little she knows in her slip-up about their location.]

Except we're not in the desert, are we? And we don't know where to begin if we want to find myself again.

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake raises a brow momentarily at the mention of the desert then frowns, noting her confusion at her own words. ]

... Guns. [ He gestures to her. ] You like them; I know that much. That .45 you have with you, you told me it was a gift. It's custom and beautiful.