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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[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?

[obeytherod]

[Malik closes his eyes, allowing those soft fingers to run over his scalp.]

It's the least you can do. [He grumps.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehehe. I feel so bad for you, I should at least do something...

[That sarcasm of his never goes away, it seems. Rolling over, he crawls up Malik's body to press his lips against his in an affectionate manner.]

[obeytherod]

[Hearing that sarcasm, Malik's brows knit in a warning sort of way, but he doesn't bother opening his eyes. He's not even going to bother kissing back.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Sitting back, he frowns.]

What? If you're in this bad of a mood, I can just leave you in peace, you know.

[obeytherod]

[He cracks an eye open and frowns.] What happened to the least you could do?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... you didn't seem to want me to do it, Malik!

[His fingers coax through Malik's hair affectionately and he lowers his head to nip at the crook of Malik's neck in a playful manner.]

Heheh, well then, shall I make up for wounding your pretty head by putting my mouth to work elsewhere?

warning: they're being gay

[obeytherod]

[Honestly? Malik hadn't expected that sort of treatment; he was anticipating a massage at best. But he wasn't going to complain, of all things.

Instead he reaches over, placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder and nodding, sounding just a little eager.]

Yeah... Why not?