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

[ceasetoexist]

Know, you've told me once.

[Pokey is just seething. In a lot of ways he always wanted Picky to be more assertive. To have more confidence. But for it to have just happened so suddenly and to be aimed at him...he doesn't care for that much.

He's going to try and grab Picky's wrist and drag him away.]

Come on. The town is screwing around so I'm taking you home.

[imjustpicky]

I've told you lots of times, at least.

[Pokey succeeds in grabbing his brother's wrist, but Picky is quick to turn it and try to pull himself away. His confidence in Pokey knowing what was best and having all the answers was much changed, today.]

If the town's screwing around, I can handle it. Let go, Pokey!

[He's also resisting the dragging by digging his heels into the ground as hard as possible.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Yeah. You have told him tons of times. But just...never like this. At all. And he's both oddly proud and bothered by it. Very bothered. He always thought it'd be nice if Picky actually had a spine. And in the end he's finding that he just hates it.]

No. You can't!

[He grits his teeth, just pulling harder.]

Shut up and listen to me you idiot. There is something wrong. With you and a lot of people. Now c'mon.

[imjustpicky]

[He continues to resist and pull and otherwise physically give a "no" as his answer... but Pokey's insisting on something, and... and this doesn't seem to be "trying to trick you" or "full of crap" Pokey.]

What do you think is wrong, anyway? Let me go, and I'll go with you, if something is wrong.

[ceasetoexist]

It's not what I think is wrong nerd it's what I know is wrong.

[He glowers a little to try and continue to set up the idea that he's the authority here. That you need to listen to him.]

You and everyone else has been talking crazy lately. You haven't been acting like yourselves at all. I don't know what's wrong with you idiots that's making you do it other than it has to be the town but I don't like it.

[imjustpicky]

Stop calling me nerd!

[A sudden hard pull, and he'll finally get his arm away. At least for the moment. He's angry and not having any of this, Pokey or not.]

Why should I go home? I'm not hurting anyone! I'm keeping an eye on things! If there's something really messed up happening, I'll help get it stopped! That's what I do! That's what we all went to do, in case you don't remember!

[ceasetoexist]

[He was about to yell back, but he stops for a moment.]

...I don't. What are you talking about?

[imjustpicky]

[...and he stops. Pokey said that he was acting weird? No, no way, it was the reverse.]

You know what I'm talking about.

[A pause for confirmation. And then he continued, whether he got a response or not.]

Me and Ness and Paula and... you know. Everyone. We beat Gigyas.

[And the unspoken big brother that had come before Gigyas. It's a little hard to keep level eye-contact with Pokey through this, and not just because of bangs.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey just stares at his little brother for a moment. It's not like Picky didn't know what he had done by this point, or at least the basic idea of it. He'd admitted to it already. But the idea that there was a some way Picky might have been at that confrontation.

Well.

That was something else all together.

He's quiet before asking.]

You mean to tell me you were one of the Chosen Four.

[He doesn't believe it. Not that it really happened, no. The town's just...tricked him. It tricked Picky some how. It's not like that was hard to do.

But he has to ask. Just to make sure.]

You saw it all?

[imjustpicky]

Not four. Five.

[...yeah, and now he can't quite keep up the eye contact at all. He lowers his head, and looks aside, and shoves his hands in his pockets.

It had to be done, it really had to be done, but he still felt bad about it.]

Of course I saw it all.

[Though he steals a quick, blink-and-you-miss-it glance back at his brother. He should know this. He was there. But Pokey looks... He's not sure what the word is, but it's a way that he never likes to see Pokey look.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Which makes sense because at the moment Pokey feels a way he never likes to feel. He had told Picky what he needed to but he tried to hide the exact details of his actions as best as he could. The idea that Picky would know everything...at least right now.

It bugged him. He couldn't help it. It did.]

It was Four. Where I'm from.

That's what I mean when I said the town was pulling crap. Someone else I know think's their someone else too.

[imjustpicky]

Four? So... so who didn't go? Was it Jeff? Or Poo? Couldn't be Paula... I mean... everyone was needed to...

[Well. You know. Stop the evil alien and his minions. Didn't need to be said. And through it all, he wasn't quite catching on that he was the irregular variable.]

Well... well, what if you're the one that's got the wrong idea?

[ceasetoexist]

[He is just...staring at you Picky. There's a part of him that wants to just shout it was you, to just mockingly point out how it was you. But there's another part of him that's keeping him back at the moment.

Though he does narrow his eyes at Picky.]

I've been here two years with the same idea. I wonder who understands this town better you or me.

[imjustpicky]

I've been here... my whole time with the idea that there was five of us! So it's me against you! I get this town just fine. I get that it can mess with anyone.

[His eyes narrow right back. No, he will not back down. He didn't back down before, and that was way bigger and scarier.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Oh he's tired of this. So tired of this. And the urge to shout it was Picky that was left behind is growing. That it was Picky who never did anything of any importance and why would he? What was important about him anyway? He was stupid for thinking he was needed for anything.

But his time here has tempered his tongue better than it has his temper. And as much as he wants to just shout at Picky a big part of him doesn't want. Because saying things like that just makes things so much worse. He's finally learned that lesson.

So he'll just opt for pushing Picky instead. Not as hard as possible, but not a gentle one either.]

Idiot!

[imjustpicky]

[He's pushed, and he stumbles back. Can't be helped. Pokey's still bigger, still stronger.]

Stupid!

[But then he's rushing on in and pushing back, and pushing back hard. His brother was his brother, but his brother could still be bad, and bad things just couldn't be left alone.]

You're jealous! You're jealous that I got picked! You're just jealous!

[ceasetoexist]

[He can't help it. Even if it's his little brother, or at least someone that looks like Picky...Pokey's seeing red. He reaches to grab Picky by the collar and pull him closer. Just fuming.]

Jealous? Jealous of YOU? Ha! You stupid little dweeb! Yeah I'm sure jealous of you getting to stay at home and do nothing while everything was going on! That must have been a blast!

Maybe what I was doing was wrong but at least I was even doing something instead of stuck at home you little idiot!

[imjustpicky]

[Picky Minch is still Picky Minch, even if he got to go out and be a hero and learn a few things. He's still a little kid. He struggles against Pokey's hold on his collar, of course... but he also fumes and shouts right on back.]

I didn't do nothing! I went out with Ness, and we went all over the place, and we fixed everything that got messed up, and we stopped you and stopped Gigyas! I wasn't stuck at home!

[Its shouting and anger that's said with absolute conviction. None of the slightly-unsure "maybe Pokey's right" of their usual arguments.]