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]

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.