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

[outforrevenge]

Of course I think you care! And I care about you -- cared, CARED!

That's why I need to get away from you!

[truffulacide]

[cared? as in past-tense?]

W-What...What do you mean? [the fury trickles from his voice, giving way to something more flat, devoid of any remotely intense emotion. he sounds as numb as he looks.]

[outforrevenge]

I met someone else, okay? I met someone, and I love him!

[And he's dead, dead dead dead, which would explain the despair in her tone, but why mention that? Death hasn't stopped her love.]

[truffulacide]

[just like that, everything gives. if there was any mental restraint holding him back before, it's surely gone now. his gaze was uneasy before, but now the skittering is far more noticeable. he doesn't look her in the eye; doesn't look at any part of her face, really. speaking is just as difficult, too.]

B-But...

[years. it's been years since he's seen her. even if he only just remembered their time together today, the memories still hit him hard as does the realization that, yeah, maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought. maybe he did have one friend left.

maybe this was all his fault. payback for forgetting her in the first place.]

That's not fair. [quiet. barely above a whisper.]

[outforrevenge]

I'm sorry.

[It's all she can think to say, and she's not even sure it's true. If she could have the choice to go back and not be sent home, she'd take it, but... Isn't it just so Eugene wouldn't die?]

[truffulacide]

[no, you aren't. that's what he wants to say. his lips twist into something that's halfway between a grimace and a wince as he tries to reply to that, but all that comes out is a repeat performance of:]

That's not fair. [much slower this time, like he's talking to a severely stupid child who needs the words sounded out for her. the grimace folds into a disbelieving little smile as he turns away, running a hand through his hair. he can feel his nails scraping against his scalp and it just makes his lips quiver even more.]

So. So what? What's that mean? You don't need me anymore, is that it?

[outforrevenge]

No! I mean... You... I don't know! I don't know, but I can't feel like... Like this! It's not fair to Eugene!

[truffulacide]

What about me?! [it comes out as a sibilant scream when he spins back around to face her, fists at his side. it's hard to say what he feels the most of right now - anger or sorrow. his eyes are livid with the former, but his face is lined with self-pity, too.] It's not fair to him? It's not fair to me! I -

[no. no, he's not to blame here. she is. it's her fault, not his.

but you forgot about her.]

- I thought you CARED! I thought we were FRIENDS!

[outforrevenge]

WE WERE!

[She's yelling back; no control. Why doesn't he understand?]

BUT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MORE TO ME! I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!

[truffulacide]

No, YOU don't understand! You never did! Everyone -

[a small nngh pushes through his lips before he has a chance to hold it back. what a time to have a lump in his throat.]

...Do you know how close I came to having everyone leave? My friends are gone. Mom almost left. He left! [he says that like it's some big, unspoken truth that explains everything, realizing too late that she has no way of knowing who "he" is. still, he presses on.]

You're not leaving. Whoever this guy is, he isn't here. There's no reason for you to run after him!

[outforrevenge]

There's every reason for me to run after him! Even... Even if he's not here... I'll keep running after him!

[It somehow makes sense to her.]

I'll leave if I want to! You can't stop me!

[truffulacide]

Then...I'll keep running after you! You'll never be able to get rid of me! I won't let you!

[outforrevenge]

You're scaring me! Stop it!

[truffulacide]

[that hits something. a sliver of his old self, maybe. perhaps the real affection he has for her buried under all that wild paranoia. regardless, he winces as if he's been slapped, mouth hanging open.

was he really - ?]

...

[he shakes his head numbly - once, twice, thrice - and starts raking his hand through his hair again, this time noticeably harder like he's pulling at it. no, no, no, no -]

...Please. Please don't...go.

[it's so pitiful compared to the near-manic way he was yelling before, but that's just another testament to how flip floppy his moods have become.]

[outforrevenge]

...I have to. I have to.