Effect Room: Amnesia

[stealshinies]

[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.))

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[obeytherod]

[He flicks his eyes open and glowers over at Bakura.]

What makes you think you get the bed?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He just smiles in response.]

What? You just told me you find the couch more comfortable without me. Don't worry about me... heheh, it'll be a hardship, but I'm sure I can handle sleeping alone for a while~.

[obeytherod]

[Malik smirks, slipping his legs off the side of the couch and standing.]

Ohh? Are you sure about that? [He takes a few steps, rounding the side of the couch.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh. Looks like I finally got your butt off the couch.

[He moves thoughtlessly, looping his arms around Malik's waist from behind and leisurely nipping at the exposed part of his throat with his teeth.]

[obeytherod]

Ah! [No, dammit! He had a plan, but those teeth on his neck make him shudder.

Malik quickly ducks out of those arms before he loses himself in them entirely, and then he starts to back up towards the bedroom.]

Don't get so full of yourself...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Aren't you the one who's full of himself?

[Bakura grins. So that's how it is, huh... Well, then. He'll just have to dodge around Malik with that quick and fluid speed of his and run for the bedroom.]

[obeytherod]

N-- [Whoa! Bakura moves fast when he wants to.] Hey!!

[He does all he can with such a small window of opportunity and grabs the back of Bakura's open shirt as it billows past. The momentum pulls him aside a little, but he stands his ground and grabs it with a second hand.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

-?!

[He jerks his head back, as he's suddenly halted.]

Oy, bastard! That's cheating!

[Well, if Malik can cheat, so can he. He'll just shrug the shirt off and start running again.]

1/2

[obeytherod]

It's not cheating! That's cheating!

[Oh no you don't! Malik stumbles forward and grabs the next best thing; Bakura's pants.]

[obeytherod]

[...Unfortunately, he leaned a bit too far forward to grab them and ends up tipping over, taking them down with him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The fuck-]

Malik. If you wanted me naked so badly, you had only to ask!

[obeytherod]

... [His face might have just hit the floor straight on, and his nose might hurt like hell, but far be it from Malik not to take advantage of an opportunity.

He gets to his feet and hurries to the bedroom.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy!

[Bakura runs after him, intent on tackling him onto the bed and pinning him there.]

[obeytherod]

[Not if Malik can manage to close the door before Bakura gets in! He slams it behind him and rushes in to lock it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura slams into it with the full force of his body before he can, forcing it open and diving inside.]

Hahahaha! You can't keep me out, Malik!

[obeytherod]

Gahh! [Malik hadn't braced himself for a hit like that, and is thrown back onto the floor from it. He lands on his back and gets the wind momentarily knocked out of him.

wheeze] ...you asshole... [wheeze]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sitting on the edge of the bed, he kicks his legs, grinning.]

You were too slow. You can't blame me for that. If you'd been faster locking it, you might have won.

[obeytherod]

[After a minute Malik's able to breath again, and he rises to his feet, rubbing his sore nose a bit as he does.]

You didn't have to run into it like that either, you know... [He grumbles, walking over to the bed and taking a seat at the edge. Letting out a sigh, he flops back against the mattress.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hey, it hurt me too. You think I can barrel into wood with that force and not come out aching?

[He rubs his scarred shoulder ruefully. Yeah, that was a bad idea.]

[obeytherod]

That's your own fault.

[Malik says flatly, rolling onto his side and giving his nose another rub. His whole head hurt because of it, even more so now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You were the one who kicked me off the couch, you started this mess.

[Bakura's voice is expressionless. Lying back, he sighs. What a pointless little game that was.]

[obeytherod]

Feh.

[He'll find a way to prove it's not his fault when his head hurts less. Stupid Bakura.

Malik scoots himself further up onto the bed so his legs aren't hanging off anymore, and now that he's suitably higher up than Bakura on the bed, he tosses an arm over him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

-?

[Bakura blinks, moving his head to stare up at him.]

Comfortable?

[obeytherod]

Be quiet. My head hurts.

[Malik doesn't budge. He is comfortable, but he's not going to admit it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Shifting, he draws himself up on the bed so he can reach up. His fingers coax into Malik's hair, soothingly stroking over his scalp to try to ease his headache.]

Want me to try to make you feel better?