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

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre squeaks again when they lift off of the ground, clinging tightly to one of Meiling's shoulders with her free hand. Not that Meiling would drop her; Flandre couldn't wiggle out of her grip if she tried, and she most certainly wasn't now. She was trying very hard not to look down at the ground.

...though she did sneak a peek here and there.

Rather than fluttering and trying to fly, her wings stayed pretty solidly furled on her back as well.]

Are we going back to your house, Meiling?

[not_so_great_wall]

House is empty. [ She said in a satisfied tone. ]

You stay, and I will hunt.

[then_there_were_none]

[...odd, what was that in Meiling's voice just now?]

Okay, Meiling.

[Well, it probably wasn't very important. Flandre just rests her head on Meiling's shoulder instead.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ That rule about "no entering through windows"? Fuck that rule. It's obvious by the way the bedroom window hangs that it's exactly where she had exited before. Meiling hovers up to it and sets Flandre down inside. ]

Wait. Will be quick.

[ Since she happens to know where some chickens are kept... ]