Memory Corrupt General Log

[ourlittlehelpers]

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Corrupt Event
When: Friday, June 1st to Tuesday, June 5th
Warnings: Please put any and all warnings in subject headers.

[It's strange. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about today. Not only might you feel different but your families, your friends, practically everything is different.

Can you remember a moment more peculiar than this? Actually...

What do you remember?]

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Jormungandr | Anywhere

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr will be going about his day in almost the same way as he always does: Wake up, eat something, pour the milk down the drain, walk to work, sit at work, leave work, go to the park, wander around Mayfield until it's too dark to do anything but go home.

He seems mostly normal, except for the fact that hey, he's... actually responding to people. Not drones, he still completely ignores the drones, but if you talk to him he'll say hello.

And actually say hello, not just stare at you.]

((OOC: AU info here. Basically Jormungandr is from a timeline where Ragnarok was averted and the gods decided to hang out on Midgard instead, so Jormungandr has had a lot more experience interacting with people and speaking and dealing with emotions.))

[notfromcharmschool]

[Coming down the stairs.]

Good morning.

[She just says it as a formality more then anything. She doesn't really expect him to answer. Just a pattern of the morning.]

[midgardserpent]

[He doesn't turn around but for the first time he replies to her greeting in a soft, deep voice.]

Morning.

[notfromcharmschool]

[Making some coffee....wait. Glances over. Well progress? She won't draw attention to it in case he turned hostile. Instead just continue to stage two then.]

Would you like some coffee?

[midgardserpent]

[He's on the last bottle now.]

No thanks.

[He's not even thinking about what he's saying.]

[notfromcharmschool]

Alright.

[Makes some for herself and sits down at the table.]

Having a good day today?

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs.]

So far about the same as always.

[notfromcharmschool]

You seem like you're in a better mood.

You don't usually talk this much either.

[midgardserpent]

[He blinks, mildly surprised.]

I don't?

[notfromcharmschool]

Not really. This might be the most we've spoken since I got here.

[midgardserpent]

[He stares at her for a moment.]

Really?

[notfromcharmschool]

Yes really.

[midgardserpent]

[He considers this silently for a long time, going over his usual breakfast business.

It's long enough that perhaps Clarice might think he was ignoring her again.

But after a while he finally says:]

Strange.

[notfromcharmschool]

Just a little.

But since you're more conversational today, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?

[midgardserpent]

[He considers her for a moment, then shrugs.]

Like what?

[notfromcharmschool]

Well, where are you from? What are your hobbies, things like that.

We're stuck in the same house we might as well get to know each other a bit.

[midgardserpent]

[He sits on the counter and leans forward to rest his elbows on his thighs as he looks at her.]

I'm from the ocean.

[imjustpicky]

[Picky is in astonishingly high spirits today, with his head held high and his steps sure as he makes his way home from school. When he spots Mr. Jormungander (spelling intentional) on his way, he slows down and waves and shouts out a happy greeting.]

Hey there, Mr. Jormungander!

[midgardserpent]

[Oh it's that kid.

...look just because he can function socially doesn't mean he's not still kind of a dick. But whatever.]

Hi.

[imjustpicky]

[It's okay. He can handle it. He's a cool hero, after all.

...but he is actually kind of surprised to have gotten an answer from Mr. Jormungander. He stops completely, and blinks once.]

... It's a pretty good day, huh?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shrugs and looks around.]

Seems about usual.

[imjustpicky]

Usual-usual, or usual-Mayfield?

[Now Picky's sort of suspicious as to how good a day it actually is. He looks all around, and even up, trying to find.... I don't know, bad omens? Explosions?]

[midgardserpent]

[He blinks. It's a weird way to phrase it, but it makes sense.]

Usual-usual.

[imjustpicky]

Okay! Just checking!

[And he rifles around in his pocket, and pulls out a pack of Doublemint gum. Which he then offers to Jormy, smiling.]

You want some gum?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr takes a stick.]

Thanks.

[He unwraps it and pops it in his mouth.]