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.))

Comments

[dontknowjack]

...what the hell are you talking about?

[Jack's voice is almost a drawl of pure amusement. So she remembers so little... Heh. It's almost cute, seeing her so awkward. But since she's being honest, so will he.]

Useful? Even if the war was still ongoing, it wouldn't matter here. You're free to do what you will. It's true that you need us to return home, but until we can leave this place, as long as you are not our enemy, there's no fear of us turning you away.

The fact that you're allowed to stay here at all implies a level of trust from everyone.

[...though not entirely.]

After all, everyone here has bonds of some kind that are difficult to break. I'd have problems if I turned away the one Rosenkreuz loves most... besides himself.

[whiterosefoes]

["Free", huh? That wasn't the impression Ryou had given her. Had it been a misunderstanding... it's reassuring to hear those words, anyway. The possibility that they'd throw her away was at the forefront of her mind. Mutual trust, huh...

But um, why is he talking about love again?!]

...Rosenkreuz? He sounds conceited.

[was there a conceited person in her memories? She is leaning toward yes...]

[dontknowjack]

Heh... He's a complete ass... and I have no idea what you see in him. Talk about an odd couple!

[He waves a hand dismissively before returning to his drink.]

[whiterosefoes]

...!

[He went there! She thought that was what he was getting at with that previous comment, but there was still some deniability. She's finally getting flustered, now. She turns her shocked look down at the table.]

Oy, why would you say that? I have no way of knowing what my feelings for that guy are...!

[dontknowjack]

What? Don't tell me you forgot such a clear thing! You're the one he chose to bear his rose cards, after all... He wouldn't give them to just anyone.

[He can barely hold back his grin.]

If you don't believe me, I'm sure he'll reassure you.

[whiterosefoes]

Absolutely not! It's too embarrassing.

...And what the hell is a rose card?

[is that like a v card.]

[dontknowjack]

The Rose Cards are the catalyst by which you were brought to the past, and by which you shall be returned to it. For you to be chosen to bear them... it was a mark of great trust.

[Damn, her modesty would mean there were less outwardly funny scenes to watch out for.]

Of course, you don't have them any more.

[whiterosefoes]

And why not?

[Harriet crosses her arms. That does sound familiar, what he said about the rose cards...]

[dontknowjack]

[Let's see... can he get double laughs out of an affair of the past?]

Because you lost them during the blackout a few months ago, of course!

[whiterosefoes]

Ah-!

[now that he mentions it... she remembers that! Not the details, but she did lose something in a blackout.]

... You mean they've been lost for months?!

[dontknowjack]

[So hard... not to laugh...]

It's too bad, isn't it? Without them, there's no way to send either you or Eleanor home...

[whiterosefoes]

I don't even know where 'home' is...

[but still, it's a troubling notion. What is she supposed to do?]

[dontknowjack]

England, I do believe. From your accent and certain things you've said in the past.

[Jack seems entirely nonchalant.]

[whiterosefoes]

Right. England. That tells me a lot. I suppose I'll just scale Big Ben and look down, I'll obviously know it when I see it. It's probably on fish and chips lane.

[dontknowjack]

...what is this 'fish and chips lane' you speak of? It is not somewhere I know of. Perhaps your memory is not as long as it seems.

[They didn't have fish and chips back in the fifteenth century, Harriet. Chips weren't even invented yet!]

[whiterosefoes]

I made it up to be funny, [she mumbles, dropping her head into her hands.]

[dontknowjack]

...

[Dammit, this isn't as amusing as he thought it would be.]

Don't worry so much. I was teasing you. The Rose Cards were never really lost at all. You'd given them to someone else in our group and forgotten about it.

[whiterosefoes]

Oh.

[She glares at him a little - don't do that to her, asshole! - But that's kind of a weird story, even if it does sound familiar.

She blinks.]

I'd ask how I could have possibly done that, but given the circumstances...

[dontknowjack]

The blackout affected you badly. You were sleep deprived.

[Her glare didn't have much of an effect at all...]

I wonder if you were perhaps cursed, Harriet Vaughn... It seems odd for such a complete memory erasure to occur without a reason. You don't remember insulting any witches lately, do you?

[whiterosefoes]

... I don't know. Is that a thing, witches?

[he was saying all that stuff about devils and darkness, so maybe...]

[dontknowjack]

[He stares at her suspiciously.]

It is a common belief, back in England. Superstitions run rampant, and not all are wrong.

...you seem not to be missing any clothing. Have you any wounds upon your person?

[whiterosefoes]

Was that true, what you were saying about devils? I didn't think I believed in any of that stuff... but I also wouldn't have believed in card magic, if they hadn't started talking to me first.

Well... Nothing hurts, so I don't believe I'm injured. I haven't checked, though.

[dontknowjack]

What do they teach you in the future...? It is a strange world to imagine, where one's natural state of existence is to believe in nothing and leave one defenseless against the crueler forces within the world.

[The derisive words are coupled with an irritated look that dwindles to merely careless.]

The devilry of man is often worse than the devilry of actual devils. But it is true that such things exist... And not always in the forms that we imagine them. Call them what you will. They are not creatures of our world.

If neither your blood nor your clothes have been taken from you, your chance of being bewitched is minimal.

[whiterosefoes]

I have no idea what they teach us in the future. Though, I suppose it must be something, since I have all these conceptions. They must be trained psychological responses... It's odd, isn't it? You'd think, without memories, that I'd have a blank slate.

At any rate, I shouldn't have made light of it. If you want, we can start again. [though, she's still a bit nervous, with him telling her she had to sacrifice something.]

If not bewitching, then I wonder. Could it be a medical condition of some kind...?

[dontknowjack]

...you believe yourself to be addled in the mind? That truly is a fearsome concern.

[Now he's worried. Stupid 'friends' and their stupid 'problems' making him feel the stupid 'concern'...]

I know nothing of your medical history, or of what sort of person you were before you came here. I had not met you prior to my arrival here. If your brain has become addled, then I know nothing of it.