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

[psychedout]

I'm not pushing jack, you just happen to be taking it that way.

[He's about to say something else, when Hanekoma breaks it up. It's good timing on his part; Neku might very well have taken it further, otherwise.

Still, he steps back, just a little.]

...what the hell was that all about?

[graffitis]

Then I'll deal with him--

[ He twitches at the click, faltering for just a moment, clearly not certain what he'd expected. But this Joshua is still a Joshua, evidently, and that's nearly reassuring; he strides the rest of the way over, willing to physically pry the two apart if they don't back down further.

He doesn't like getting hands-on, but the situation is heading from unprecedented and worrying to impending disaster. ]

We gonna play nice, now?

[condescent]

[And Joshua simply laughs, bright and unguarded, just a fifteen year old boy pulling off what he thinks was a hilarious prank.]

Oh come on, it was funny. As if I'd actually shoot a friend of mine, even if he's making an ass out of himself right now. Besides, killing you here wouldn't exactly accomplish anything when you'd just come back in a day or so.

[He twirls the gun idly in his hand, no longer pointing it at Neku.] You both need to lighten up a little. Life's fun - not that the Game doesn't have its own appeal, but why be so eager to recreate it when none of us are dead here to begin with?