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

[rebelcommunion]

((AU info: long version, and the short version is, he's Peter Pan but without the convenient never aging thing. Yeah. Also he'll insist his name is Pushan.))

[They made him think he was an adult, bluh! But he remembers now, and he's going to gather all the children together and they'll show those adults! They'll show them and everyone will be safe and happy. Forever.

So Summoner is sneaking around, dressed in more leaves than clothes, with "warpaint" decorations on his skin, and trying to convince any kid he comes across to come back to his new hideout.

He's also stealing anything that catches his attention. And when he sees an adult? Well, they deserve the hell he gives them in his mind.]

[cullscuttlefish]

[There may be a curious, giggling troll in a floofy outfit tagging along behind. She is not exactly quiet. What do?]

[needsteaplz]

[Saori happened to hear some rustling below in her backyard at 308 Miller Street. She's up in the tree in the yard and looks down to see what's going on. Well that's an interesting sight. She throws a pebble at him to get his attention.]

You know bright paint isn't exactly the best to use for camouflage, right?

[legendaryvaliant]

[Here's another AU'd person who is as a result hardly wearing clothes!

Unfortunately, what she is wearing is a pair of glasses that distort her vision entirely, so when a messy paint-and-leaves blur appears in the corner of her eye, she quickly whirls around with her weapon.]

Who's there?! ♪

[shellfishlovver]

Oi. [You're on his lawn ring, Summoner. Go away.]

Put that down.

Rodeo Star Applejack

[downtoearthpony]

[To any casual glances, Applejack seems pretty much normal. Same hat, same cutie mark, same mane style.

But if you watch the orange pony taking a walk around town this afternoon (isn't she usually helping at the bakery around now?), observant folks will notice something....different.

For some reason, Applejack is not just walking around town. No, there's a definite swagger to her step now. Do you ask what's up?]

Re: Rodeo Star Applejack

[party_hard]

Oh, hey, Applejack, what's up?

[Pinkie thinks she ran off to join the circus to become a clown at a young age, but she at least knows you from Mayfield!

...like that would make much difference. This is Pinkie, for crying out loud.]

[magicalrealist]

(No...no way. This couldn't be real. How could she be here? The last time Twi saw her, she was...

...this was going to be difficult.)

...Applejack?

[all_ofthethings]

-624 Topper-

[Greed is a little surly this morning, avoiding the drone wife more than usual and whenever he sees Al, he'll just stare.]

-Olney's-

[Greed is being a bit cold to he ladies today. No free drinks, and hardly a smile when they order. He might even be a little slow to take orders and fill them.]

Olney's

[technologic]

[And one women has noticed his behavior and is very much not impressed.]

... What's up with you, Greed? [She would be more concerned about this, but the town has made it so that she's more annoyed than anything.]

Around Town

[best_weapon_ever]

[In trouble, or need a hand? Never fear, Tsubaki is here to help. Maybe you don't even need help, oh well, she's spotted you. She'll jump down off the highest point around and head over, striking a pose.]

Your friendly neighborhood weapon can help!

Re: Around Town

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Cade is struggling to carry four big bags of groceries with only two hands. Not sure if this is the kind of thing she's able to help with.]

[needsteaplz]

[ooc: So AU!Saori, instead of marrying her husband, snaps after years of dealing with soul-eating supernatural creatures and goes rogue. She hasn't gone off the deep end, but consider that motherly demeanor gone. Expect some taunting and a fist fight if you get her provoked.]

[With her house full of drones, there's nothing much Saori can do except skip out of her house. The library doesn't provide her any books that catch her attention. Instead she's out in one of the trees in the park. She managed to swipe some marbles from a random drone kid and a few pebbles to flick at anyone passing by.]

Geeze, this place stinks. Isn't there anyone here who can possibly entertain me?

[derp_detective]

[Gumshoe happens to be walking by when she says that...]

I've always thought it wasn't a good idea to say something like that out loud.

You know, like the town would take it as a challenge or something?

au!JK

[butterflyinfojk]

[Action; the park]
[ If you've met JK any normal day you probably know he's quite the happy-looking person. If you've met him during a less normal day....you know he's easy to scare. But right now JK doesn't look very happy, and it's not because people's started changing personalities.

He's sitting on a bench in the park, observing the people pasing by. His expression is more...blank than anything else.

If his stares bothers you, he's not going to care, but he'll talk to anyone who approaches him. ]

[Action; around town]
[ He's just strolling around, not looking quite as blank now. He looks like he's just a random teenager killing time, not really looking where he's going....and then he bumps into you.

He gives an apologetic smile and laugh. ] Oh, sorry.

[ Even if it's not an accident in the slightest, it would definitely seem like it to anyone else. ]

((ooc: and his AU-details))

[beetlemania]

[Ted now thinks he's from the Old West, and he's wearing a rather odd getup scrounged together from Mayfield parts as he goes about his business. He may be found anywhere around town, carrying various bags of spare parts towards his house at 506 Ricardo.]

[beetlemanialegacy]

[Its just another crazy day in Mayfield. Scratch that, its just another day in Mayfield, it's always crazy and having to state it is just moot at this point.

Jaime has just come downstairs in his not!home to find his not!Dad (And heroic predecessor) Ted Kord dressed up in some weird outfit he seems to have thrown together. Jaime pauses and looks at the man for a second before saying anything.]

Morning Ted. Umm... nice outfit?

[captain_tightpants]

[This day has been strange enough. When Mal finds it odd that he can't remember the last time he's spent time with his wife he decides that this must be fixed and he goes right over to Inara's assigned residence to surprise her. He knows how much she loves his manly impulsiveness.

There's a knock at the door, Inara.]

[companioning]

[Of course there's no one else to answer the door. Clone husband and children are at work and school and so that leaves Inara to open the door.

When she does, she blinks, obviously very surprised to see Mal there.]

Mal, what are you doing here?

Nazi Vampire Integra

[sir_hellsing]

[ John Doe Park ; Sundown ]

[ At first glance, nothing seems at all odd about Sir Hellsing. She seems well put together as always, sharply dressed and stately like a queen.

...of course, the overall impression is likely hampered by the fact that she's incapacitated an innocent party and is presently scarfing down their lifeblood from the nearest convenient source. Despite the lack of need for it as a human, she couldn't resist while Mayfield descended into chaos again.

Integra is murmuring to her victim, gently cruel, ]

Shh shh, mein Schatz...

[ Is it a drone? Is it you? A close friend perhaps? Should you intervene, or just sit back and watch? ]


(( AU details ))

Re: Nazi Vampire Integra

[finchofhermes]

[Normally the Lord of Vampires would go out there and just applaud the work that he saw from the mere mortal, but...well, stuck as he was in this...puny form, he will just quietly watch for the moment, waiting for the opportune time. He will lick his lips at the sight of the blood, the mental desire there, despite his human form.

He will lean closer, and in doing so, stumble a bit, cracking a twig. This...might not be the best thing to happen to him at the moment.]

Respectable!Badou

[fthisgetmecigs]

1.[Action :: Around Mayfield]

[Something felt off when Badou woke up but he more or less chalks it up to bad digestion or something like that. So he's going to take a walk, sans cigarettes and he's going to wave and nod to people as he passes them. He might even stop at neighbors and people he knows to say hi. He's also pretty put together, wearing the clothes the town gave him and wearing it properly.]

2.[Action :: Grocery]

[Now Badou was always responsible enough to help customers and be generally a decent grocer. But for some reason he's even more helpful and almost managerial in his approach. Also he's still not smoking at all. What is up with that? To be honest he's not quite sure why he has cigarettes regained at all. Probably because it's Dave's favorite. It gives him a feeling of nostalgia even if they're a hideous habit to have.]


((ooc: Badou's AU info is right here! Basically Dave never died/disappeared/whatever and Badou went down a more respectable path in life.))

Re: Respectable!Badou

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain, much more cheerful and cleaned up, unfortunately is flying around in this costume.

Floating nearby and waving to him.]

[soveryhuman]

[ Rory the actual Roman has had worse weeks.

He supposes life could be worse than everyone acting strangely, really. Seen it before, he'll probably see it again, and it won't last forever; nothing to be particularly upset about. Provided nothing tries to kill him, at least.

So, not particularly fond of his chances.

No longer a nurse to his knowledge, Rory is down to finding something more important with which to occupy his time after he's attempted some sort of conversation with his new family. Namely, finding Amy Pond or the Doctor and fanboying tripping all over them for a while. Maybe trying to shuffle into the library for something interesting. Definitely stopping to feed ducks. What, he's not just fond of Amy Ponds. Duck ponds are nice, too.

God he misses having a sword. What happened to having purpose in life. :| ]

[godcomplexed]

Rory!

[You're getting a fierce hug from a skinny Time Lord.]

[atent_dead]

[Granny is acting decidedly more... grandmotherly than usual. She's dragged a rocking chair out front by her garden and is happily... knitting. Socks. There are a few completed ones sitting in her basket.

They have pompoms.

She'll wave cheerily at you as you walk by.]

Lovely day, isn't it dearie?

Sarah Jane: Victorian Alien INvestigator

[afterthesky]

[Rather than her usual "borrowed" trousers, Sarah Jane is actually wearing one of the dresses she found in her closet. She still finds it rather uncomfortable, if the heavy, seasonally inappropriate tights she's wearing below are any indication.

She's wandering around town, looking at various pieces of fifties technology.]

Why, that would have made everything so much simpler.

[watchthenails]

[ Taki gives her a bright grin, looking at her curiously. ]

What would've?

non-Watcher Giles

[watchher]

[ This Giles wouldn't dream of touching tweed. Jeans and battered jacket, no glasses, earring in his left; he speaks like Ripper, accent not as posh; he walks more loosely, smiles more easily though it's not as genuine. He goes by Rupert or Ripper and he sings for a crowd often.

And, today, he can be found all over town. Those who know him well enough to let themselves into his place -- and this Rupert minds even less than his original -- will find him in the living room, packing books into boxes. Many of them aren't in English. Several of them aren't in human languages. Looking at them makes him go a little pale and quiet, too serious, and he's in a hurry to get them out of sight.

Others might find him making his way through the park or suburbs, guitar case in one hand, thermos of tea in the other. He wouldn't mind being stopped to chat. ]

Parp

[swineprince]

[Ebony is sitting in the park on a blanket with basket full of tasty baked goods and a couple of sandwiches.]

Oh! A guitar!

[imaginarynumber]

[1. Action/Park]

[It was the same as her normal life, the exact same, but without any of her friends. No one ever talked to her, no one taught her about smiles, laughs, friendship, or ice cream.

She's just a stoic, wordless, empty girl.

Tirelessly, she assaults the stump of a tree with a piece of one of it's branches. Over and over again, she practices her swordstrokes and battle technique against the tree.
She has to be ready to capture hearts when she returns from this place.
There's nothing else for her.

Approaching this creepy looking figure might not be such a good idea, but hey it doesn't hurt to try, right?]

[2. Action, Mayfield High.] [That same stoic girl is sitting in class, but she's not paying attention at all. A pencil is gripped lightly between her fingers, and she taps it down against the desk repeatedly and distractingly. It goes on for the duration of class, and you can feel free to put a stop to this madness before she drives absolutely everyone insane.]

2

[outforrevenge]

[As if going back to teaching her art class like nothing happened wasn't hard enough...]

Xion! Enough with the pencil!

Great Leader Tsukasa

[thekingofkamenriders]

[Those that run into Tsukasa this week will see something strange. He'll actually be smiling, despite it being a smile of a cruel variety. He will probably be going around his normal routine, however. Taking photos, talking to his friends, and pestering 'heroes'.]

[stupidsexydate]

[There's a Date, doing his thing. Breaking coins and unleashing yummy. He notices Tsukasa coming up the walk and slips behind a tree as a bunch of yummy lurk around the street.]

[pseudohistory]

❥ Action | Around Town
[ AU!Keine is patrolling around town. Though she looks the same as usual, cheerful and gentle, there are some subtle hints of her revised memories. For one, Keine steps out of the way of anyone who passes and goes out of her way to avoid contact. When she does speak up, it's more timidly than usual. ]

Oh... hello! Sorry... don't mind me!

❥ Action | Makeout Point
[ Eventually, she tries to get as far from the rest of Mayfield. She can be found looking over the town with her knees pulled to her chest, watching the sunset. She won't be returning to her house that night, so will be there all night. ]

Around town

[paradisemiko]

(Oh, look who you bumped into! It's everyone's favorite shrine maiden, Reimu! She seems pretty confident and offers a warm smile along with a dismissive wave of her hand.)

It's alright; there's nothing to worry about here! You headed somewhere?

[chalicejoker]

[As the very proud Joker Undead, AU Hajime saw no problems with going to the Post Office to get a certain form returned to him, and he's quite pleased with it...although now he's rampaging through the park, looking for a strong opponent to fight. Surely he will attract someone's attention...]

[suicidoll]

(Oh, you have someone's attention alright. Do those green blade-like bullets look familiar? Because they totally should be.)

Bad End!Mika - certifiably insane

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[The world was a broken, horrible place. A gilded cage, a mask drawn over your eyes to hide the rotting, bloated corpse that lay beneath. What was different about this town from the last town? The sky was sunny, the air clear, the houses and lawns bright and neatly tended.

Or were they?

Mika knew the lies, knew what lurked and skulked and shuddered and slithered beneath the blissful facade the town displayed. The dreams woke her screaming from her fevered sleeps, nightmares of things past and present and possibly future. She knew all the dark things that lurked in the shadows and mist and ash and fog and the dead fingers that tore at her in the night, wrapping around her throat and choking her, scabbed hands forcing her mouth open so they could feed her their black toxins that poisoned and ate away at her.

She was dying, the black rot was in her and she could feel it eat away at her, could feel herself losing her grip on her own sanity. Everything was peeling away like ashen flakes, old septic wounds bursting open and pouring out the blackened tar of the parasitic growth, the ravaging black sickness. She'd be dead soon, she knew it, and when she did she'd be just another shambling host that preyed on the ones who got snared in the trap the town laid.

She didn't have much time, scouring the town looking for what she needed to build a ward. Sage, salt, red tape red tape red tape red tape red tape red tape...

Her gaze is unfocused, a distant stare that bores through people instead of looking at them, obviously unhinged and hidden in deep shadows as she stumbles down the street, muttering beneath her breath as she clutches a bag and a tattered sketchbook to her chest. Her hands are blackened from charcoal, her face smudged with it, and wherever she's been--maybe your house or your workplace--she's left her mark; great sweeping protection wards made of charcoal, salt and burned sage. Written on floors and walls and whatever flat surfaces she can find. Nothing is safe from her furious scribbling in her frantic search for the elusive red tape.]

[pnshandnslv]

[Barricade made his way through the streets, outwardly concerned about the way some of the townsfolk had been acting. He had awoken earlier that day, thinking something was wrong, that feeling of dread. He didn't realize how right he was.

So he searched for those he had recalled meeting at one point of another. After all, maybe they would be just as normal as he remembered them to be...]