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?]

Comments

..let's have this be on Friday 6_9 also let me know if you'd like me to alter since SQUISHY FLAN

[insubterfuge]

[Sup Flan have someone you've never seen before. Sitting in the kitchen. Making tea. Someone's pretty subdued for just arriving here and not even getting the tl;dr on the place oops. And she's just going to. Stare at the trembling figure.

At least she didn't arrive on the day Patchy came and murdered all the drones.]

Hmm? Who are you, little one?

Works for me /o/ JUST DON'T EAT HER

[then_there_were_none]

[WELCOME TO MAYF--/Royal Flare]

M-me?

[...crap, she couldn't get out of this room without going past this new person now.

At least they weren't a drone...? Yes. That was good. Drones were bad.

Doesn't stop Flandre from freezing in place, though.]

om nom nom

[insubterfuge]

Yes, you. You seem to be the only one in this house with a soul.

No bad D:

[then_there_were_none]

[That makes her stop cowering so much to blink, at least. She looks at her hands and wiggles her fingers--she's fairly sure she has a soul, but what did that feel like?

Certainly not like having these claws, right?]

J'--I'm Flandre.

[Her English is noticeably accented, though not incomprehensibly so.]

>3

[insubterfuge]

"Flandre"? [A pause.] Is this your house?

:C

[then_there_were_none]

[When nothing bad happens, Flandre's voice grows a smidgeon more confident.]

Not really. They say it is, the drones, but Remi doesn't live here.

[insubterfuge]

Drones? Are they the soulless people who live here?

[then_there_were_none]

[Her wings furl away properly now, instead of being ineffectual leathery shields.]

Yes, those.

[insubterfuge]

[She blinks a few times, taking a sip from her cup.] Very well.

Is there anything else you can tell me about this setting? I'm afraid my knowledge is very limited.

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre makes a kind of...chittering, inquisitive sound. And then promptly seems quite startled at her own voice.]

Um.

The post office is bad. [Wherever that was.] And they make you one of those...not-people after three days if you don't do what they tell you do, except at the ends of the week and on special days.

[insubterfuge]

So we're playing a game of Simon Says, hmm. [Which she says more to herself than to Flandre.]

Thank you, little one.

[then_there_were_none]

Oh--um, you're welcome.

[Though she's bit more confident now--she actually asks a question!]

Who are--who are you? I don't remember you in the house, this one, earlier.

[insubterfuge]

I woke up here, in one of the beds upstairs. [Conveniently avoiding giving her name, oops................]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre seems to...chirp a bit, all inquisitive.]

That happens a lot.

Unless they think you're supposed to be an animal, then you wake up chained to a little house in the yard.

[She wrinkles her nose. FLANDRE IS DISPLEASED.]

[insubterfuge]

[She blinks.] How...crass. Is there someone there right now?