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the_campus2013-12-13 08:24 pm
stealshinies) wrote in the_campus2013-12-13 08:24 pm
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Effect Room: Amnesia
[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]
((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))
((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))
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[Kicking the refrigerator shut, he meets the other man's eyes.]
You claimed one of the rooms for yourself, just like the rest of us did.
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Then I'm interested to see what I've done with the place. I'll know if it's truly mine when I see it.
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[Well then. No time like the present. Nodding to the man, he heads off towards the thief king's dormitory.]
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[So they walk, and soon enough they're at the room. Bakura glances to either side of the hall and then at the strange symbols at the door side once they've stopped.
The symbols seemed different on every door, so it was best he memorized the ones that lead to his own room.]
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[Now does the Thief King have locks figured out or not? Time to test it out. But to his relief, the door opens easily.]
Welcome home, Bakura.
[Like hell he's holding the door open for him, though.]
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It was a bit of a mess, with the furniture all pushed aside to make room for the four-mattress and blanket "nest" in the corner of the room and in front of the bedroom door.
It doesn't ring any bells, but...it certainly looks like something he'd do.]
I guess this is mine. [He walks over, crouching down to peer at some blood stains on the mattress. Hm...]
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He doesn't really trust any of the equipment in here, if there even is any, so he'll reluctantly use his precious knife to cut the meat, concealing it as best he can from the self-professed king of thieves. Soiling his treasure like this... how mundane.]
Like I said... I didn't think anyone else had a room like this. H-heheh...
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He comes back a few minutes later, wandering in and still turning his head every which way as his eyes are assaulted with an overload of foreign materials and devices.]
It feels empty in here, even with all this stuff. How irritating.
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[He glances over his shoulder, sheathing his blade after washing it dry, and casually tosses the meat on the tray, to cook. What the hell did he mean by that?]
The quiet getting to you?
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[Something was missing, but what? The more he tried to figure it out, the more irritated he grew. Eventually Bakura just grumbles and opts to search through all the compartments in the kitchen to distract himself.]
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[He taps the oven. Not that he cares, but the thief king would probably be a really awkward patient if he had to patch him up.
...if he would even bother.]
The food's inside and it's pretty hot.
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Is there a fire in there? H-heh, that's clever...
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Yeah. As long as it's turned on, it'll burn, but the fire's enclosed off inside of the walls of it. Because the heat can't go anywhere and it's metal, it gets hotter than a normal fire, and cooks food faster.
Speaking of which... [Turning it off, he opens it, ignoring the wave of heat that rushes out. Using the long sleeves of his coat to cushion the heat from the tray, he tugs it out and knees the oven shut, setting the tray on the counter. From there, it's only a matter of tossing the just-cooked-enough meat onto a plate and leaving it there for him.]
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Bakura had planned on asking about that, but then this Ryou Bakura is tossing food on a plate and well... He's promptly forking that food into his mouth and tearing it apart as messily as ever. At least that means he likes it! Maybe.]
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If you're thirsty, you'll need to fend for yourself. I don't know where you keep stuff.
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Maybe there's...a river?
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If all you want is water, that's fine.
[He'll just turn the tap on.]
See?
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[Bakura growls over at Ryou.] Don't just waste it, put something under it!
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[He sounds annoyed as he roots through the cupboards for a cup and fills it with water.]
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