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

[treefetish]

You lied about who you were, Mister Bob.

[truffulacide]

I don't know what you're talking about. [he crosses his arms again. it's true, too. he doesn't know what she's talking about. after all, what reason would he have to hide from her? if he had it his way, everyone would know his name. and they will.] But you better stop calling me that. It sounds stupid. You should know not to waste my time with stupid things by now.

[if you know what's good for you. that goes unspoken.]

[treefetish]

And now you're lying about lying! [that would require her to step back and realize the danger she's getting herself into instead of just self-righteously pushing ahead.]

I can see why you would lie. You're disgusting! You're the reason everything is so bad, you and your greed! [she turns, as if to leave.] I am not staying here.

[truffulacide]

Puh-leeeese. Why would I lie about something like that? You ought to know who I am by now; it's not like it wasn't obvious from the get-go! How dumb are you?

- And a monster, don't forget that. C'mon, we've heard this all before. At least come up with something new. You're supposed to be awful creative, right? I know you can do it.

[he gives her a little wave.]

See ya! [look how bothered he is. just look at him.]

[treefetish]

Great! Have fun being alone, jerk! [walking away. she can just go sleep in the park for the rest of forever. the trees will never lie to her.]

[truffulacide]

[he watches her go impassively before shrugging and turning to walk back inside. he's feeling decadent today; maybe he'll eat out. of course, he could always bring his food back home. maybe eat next to the window. that sounds a whole lot more fun.

does he believe Audrey? of course not. she'll come back. she has nowhere to go, and isn't the town peculiar about how long you can stay out of the house? he bets she has less freedom here than she does back home.

she'll come back. he knows she will.

they always do.]