baitings ([personal profile] baitings) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-04-05 06:02 pm

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an amnesiac shipping meme


You have no idea who you are.

One day, you just woke up from the darkness, confused and alone. You barely remember your own name, much less why you're here...or where here is, even. Your own body is strange to you, and if you have some kind of power or ability, that must be frightening. Perhaps you're angry at everything so new and different, lost in this strange world you don't understand or know your own place in. Maybe you feel the need to hide away, lest you be crushed by everyone out there who is sure to hurt you.

You are so, so alone.

Only you're not. There is one person, one person who's found you and taken you in. They've shown you kindness, looking after you while you can barely look out for yourself. Out of the goodness of their heart, they've shown you things, taught you things. Most importantly, they're giving you a new sense of identity. And for that, you've begun to appreciate them. More than words can say, actually. You care for them so deeply that your heart hurts around them. Is that normal? What is this feeling? You can't imagine life without them, and leaving them- That's something you could never consider. Is this lov...

The word's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure it out, exactly. What you can figure out is that you want to give everything you can to the person who's done so much for them. You want to stay by their side and make them happy. You want to protect them at all costs.

So no one would blame you for getting confused when you see them with someone else or getting angry when you believe they're in danger. And certainly it's only natural for you to get frustrated when you want to tell them what you think of them, what they mean to you, and you can't figure out what to do. Perhaps following instincts will do?

One thing you know is that this bond and these emotions will never go away, not even when you learn who you are.

RULES
- This meme is for examining what happens when someone with no memories, potentially someone with powers or skills that could be dangerous at the very least, develops deep feelings for the person who's taken them in or is helping them realize their past. It can be played as awkward, adventurous, tragic, cracky, fluffy, truly romantic, or anything in between. You can play at the beginning, the part where emotions have strongly developed, or even when the amnesiac has regained their memories and must now deal with new feelings.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd like to play the amnesiac, the caretaker/help, or both.
- The role of caretaker does not have to always be beneficial. Maybe they caused this condition in the first place so the other character would be dependent, loving, and loyal towards them.
- Reply to others and play.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Alex Murphy comes to Tess in pieces - shipping him in one piece would've drawn too much attention and instead of one crate, she gets three. Opening the largest reveals his armor-plated torso and head, the other two containing the arms and legs. Scuff marks against the graphene say he didn't come quietly.

There's a neatly handwritten note taped to his chest, detailing how to reboot him, how to open the thigh holsters so she can disarm him before (that part's underlined heavily) she reboots him. The note finishes with AS ALWAYS, A PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS. ENJOY with flourishing letters.
have_no_mercy: (thinking things over)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-08 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, this is the last thing Tess is expecting to show up in Luthorcorp's receiving department. After all, it's been quite some time since her assistance was requested from this particular client.

She'd almost thought he'd forgotten about her.

Without opening anything (yet) Tess has all the crates moved to a more secure warehouse. Low level Luthorcorp workers don't need to see this, let alone any of her reporters over at the Daily Planet.

Once alone, she opens the crates one by one, taking in a breath when she realizes what's been sent this time. She reads the note carefully (only idiots don't read provided instructions) and manages to disarm him without issue. The rebooting, on the other hand, is a lot more hands on than she's used to. Normally, she does this remotely, but again, following instructions here is important.

Finally, she thinks she has all tasks taken care of and then just sort of waits. It should be coming back to life any minute now, right?
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-08 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing happens the first few seconds. It's a full minute after she connects that last wire to the transceiver reinstalled at the base of Alex's skull when something beep, something else begins to click, and Alex doesn't so much as breathe as his chassis starts to hum. When he opens his eyes, he stares up at Tess with that cool, blank look of someone looking at a wall. No recognition. His HUD hasn't come online yet to give him threat/non-threat displays, Alex simply gazing at Tess and looking surprisingly calm for a man stuck in a box with his arms and legs on a stainless steel table, all in plain sight.

It won't last long.

"Who're you?" Alex stares hard at Tess as if he's trying to place where he's seen her face. If he's seen it. Seems like he hasn't worked out yet he should be panicking. " - What's that?"

His head jerks to the side as the HUD starts to go online, an icon blinking at his peripheral vision. It's still blipping on-off no matter how much he blinks and that's about when he notices he has no arms and legs, the feedback scanner Tess's client gave her registering a sudden spike.

Now Alex is starting to panic.
have_no_mercy: (caught off guard)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-08 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, shit.

Things are beeping, whirring and he's looking at her like he's about to blow a gasket. Possibly literally. She follows his line of sight and thinks she knows what needs to be done.

"Limbs. Limbs would be good, right?" Tess looks from him to the table and back again, letting out a heavy sigh. "Okay, I can do this."

Awkwardly, she hefts his body out of the box and manages, with only a moderate amount of struggling, to get his torso on the table as well. Then she'll start working on attaching his arms.

Let's hope she doesn't completely screw this up.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Alex could probably be struggling if he had his arms and legs attached. There’s a woman he’s never seen before talking like he can’t understand her and the worst part is feeling her manhandling him like he’s paralyzed, the dull thunk of what’s left of his body hitting the table.

“Why are they like that?” Alex is making demands because he can’t do anything else, his eyes darting. “What’d you do to me? Where’s my body?”

He might not remember he was – is – a cop, but he knows he should have two arms and two legs and they shouldn’t look like that. The inability to do something as basic as struggling means Tess is able to start connecting the arms.
have_no_mercy: (in no mood)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-10 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
The idea that he has no clue what's going on doesn't occur to her just yet. Tess is too occupied trying to get him up and running so he can be on his way and she can contact her client to remind him these kinds of services are no longer part of their agreement.

Besides, anyone who would allow a programmed cyborg to keep their own thoughts is an idiot. She certainly wouldn't make that mistake. Again.

"I didn't do anything, so just calm down. Please." Arms down, legs to go.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-10 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently her client had other ideas: he doesn't want Alex shipped back, hence the memory wipe. What he wants is a gesture of good will on his part, a...gift to commemorate the positive working relationship he has with Tess. As far as he's concerned, Tess can keep her cyborg and use him as she sees fit.

Granted, he probably should've written that in the note instead of going for flare.

Or at least put that down as a subroutine for Alex, who's busy panicking on the table, one of the attached arms clenching and unclenching like he hasn't figured out he can grab the lady's blouse with it. It looks expensive.

"You're kidding, right? You're not the one - " Alex's voice rises, a crackle of feedback buzzing through his voice. He stops, staring wide-eyed. "Jesus Christ."
have_no_mercy: (need convincing)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-10 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Tess and her client are going to have Words when she finds this out. Words that come out of guns that aren't words at all, but bullets. And she's a crack shot.

"Look. I am trying to get you set up properly, so if you could just breathe or do whatever it is you do to find your happy place, I'd appreciate it if you'd do that." Tess sighs again starting in on his left leg, the last to be connected. "Are you always this chatty on reboot?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-11 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
"What're you talking about, reboot?" Alex keeps hearing that feedback crackling, something humming against the roof of his mouth that's coming from his...body, and he thinks it'll take a lot more than counting to ten to get to his happy place. "Who the hell are you?"

His right hand flexes, flesh instead of graphene and littered with cuts and bruises he can't remember getting. Looks like he got into a fist-fight or something. He's thinking about grabbing her, manhandling the truth out of her and to his surprise, his hand shoots out with a loud whirr at Tess.
have_no_mercy: (looking for answers)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-11 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The last connection is made and he's finally all in one piece. It's then that his hand wraps around her upper arm, a steel grip she's pretty certain will leave bruises.

It's a good thing this is something she's rather used to.

"My name is Tess," she manages around a grimace. "You need to calm down and relax. Just breathe. Do you have a name?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-11 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He has the sense he could squeeze tighter and tighter until he gets the answers he wants. It's either a personality trait (or a defect) that stops him from crushing her skin and muscle to bone.

"I..." Alex has to think, the weird blinking lights going off at the edge of his peripheral not helping his concentration. He's still not doing very well on the calm down front. "I think it's - it's Alex. But I'm not sure."

He looks at Tess for more answers, his other hand hovering over his thigh like he's prepared to draw a weapon he doesn't have. Her client might've been a little gung-ho about gifting Tess with her new, personal cyborg but at least he paid attention to details like the holsters.
have_no_mercy: (pleading the case)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-11 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Tess and her client are going to have a wonderful conversation about all of this at some point. She'd rather not do it with a broken arm, but she's nothing if not adaptable. She has to be.

Right now what needs to happen is for the situation to be diffused. Quickly.

"Okay, Alex." Of course, because there just aren't enough Alexanders in her life. "How about you let me go and we can talk."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-12 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Where's my body, first? What's all this?" Alex senses he might have the upper hand here - he feels like he's barely squeezing and yet he's able to stop Tess from jerking away without even trying despite being flat on his back. "Start talking."

He'd like to say he's got his game face on, that he's not rattled at all and he's playing it cool, but the little tremble to his voice betrays him.
have_no_mercy: (caught off guard)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-12 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this isn't good. This isn't good at all. Part of her wants to call Vic immediately, but until Tess knows exactly what the circumstances here are she's not about to put anyone else - least of all one of her boys - in danger.

"...this is your body." Looking down at him now it occurs to her that he's more drone than cyborg, however there's no denying the parts of him that are still human. "Have you never been active before?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-12 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows knit together, a little line creasing between them. "Pretty sure I had a normal body before."

I think? remains unsaid. Alex remembers fast food and sitting in a car for long hours at a time, watching houses, waiting for...someone? Multiple someones. Getting bored. But he can't remember who he was with and the way she used the word "active" bothered him the more he thought about it.

"Look, just...just get me out of this rig, and I'll be on my way." As a gesture of goodwill, he releases his death grip on her arm. There. Ball's in her court now.
have_no_mercy: (paying attention)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-12 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Immediately, she takes a few steps away from the table, her hand reaching across her chest to rub at the spot on her arm. Her movement isn't out of fear, just common sense. If anything her expression is one of annoyance.

"I'm pretty sure you had a normal body before, too. You don't now." In all honesty, Tess has a really unpleasant bedside manner. Especially when she's been manhandled.

"You're a cyborg. This rig is you."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-12 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
His face goes flat in that look of shock someone gets when they hear something they really, really don't want to believe. "But..."

Alex trails off, feeling his neck whirring as he cranes his head to look at the rest of his body. This weird body armor just keeps going and going and doesn't stop. One hand looks normal. The other one, though: it looks wrong, it flexes wrong, and Alex feels saliva on his tongue, like he wants to be sick and he can't.

"How come I don't remember?" He latches onto that, head turning to follow Tess as he swallows nervously.
have_no_mercy: (headtilt uncertain)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-12 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"My best guess? Whoever created you is an idiot." Not that memory wipes don't have their place and time. Unless you're going to screw it up, of course.

Tess sighs and pulls over a chair, close but not exactly beside the table. "Look, I don't know a whole lot more than you do. I reboot, I reprogram, I dispose of. Or I fix and send it back. You're not being trashed, so your orders should be in your program."

Except they're clearly not and she has no idea what to do at this point. It's almost as if he's a prototype - one that didn't go as planned - because this level of incompetence doesn't normally come from where he did.

"What's the last thing you can remember? Do you know where you're from?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-12 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't escape his notice that Tess sits down just out of arm's reach.

"Uh." Alex wracks his brain and tries not to get distracted with these words she keeps throwing around like "trashed" and "program", as if he's not even human. He feels human. That's good enough for him. "Heat. I think I got into a fight?"

He glances down at his hands - well, hand, because he's not sure the left one counts when it looks like a suit of armor - and flexes it, relieved the skin can actually bruise. It's proof that he's not just some product, no matter how Tess keeps wording it.

"Does it matter where I'm from?" Alex debates sitting up, walking out on his own two legs she just...bolted back on, like putting together a bike. No way she can stop him if he's some cyborg, right?
Edited (typo, slight change) 2014-04-12 03:53 (UTC)
have_no_mercy: (natural stare)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-12 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Self preservation is a wonderful thing, isn't it?

"Well, then I'll tell you where you are, which is Kansas. An old client of mine sent you to me, because you see, cyborgs aren't exactly legal." In fact, most of what she does isn't exactly legal.

And some of those ideas are starting to rattle around in her brain, all that wonderful mind and memory altering technology from Summerholt she now owns.

"There's no nicer way to put this, but I'm guessing you were an experiment, one that probably didn't turn out the way they wanted. I've never actually seen this much machine to so little human before."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-12 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
So basically he walks out looking like this and - what? Cops pull him over? Does he even get that much or will they just shoot on sight? How does this even work? Alex pauses to absorb what Tess just told him and he can at least come to the conclusion he doesn't want to get shot in the face by a jumpy sheriff.

"So I got kidnapped and," the nausea rises (he hopes that means there's more of him intact under the armor, "they stuck whatever's left in this. That's basically what you're saying."

Alex lies there on the table, radiating unhappiness and almost wishing he hadn't asked after all. He doesn't remember being taken and thank God he doesn't remember getting...chopped up. Or whatever.
have_no_mercy: (in the shadows)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Tess wishes she knew what to tell him. Was he kidnapped? It's possible he volunteered (possible, but unlikely), it's possible he "died" and was taken in to experiment on. Technically, though, that would be a form of kidnapping.

So she tells him the only thing she can.

"I don't know, but you would have been chosen for a reason." Vic was an amazing athlete. John, well, she'd just upgraded in him what someone else started; why he was picked she didn't care.

"I'm afraid I can't give you any answers."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-13 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
He does and doesn't want to know that reason. "So..."

Alex trails off, swallows, and wonders if he'll regret asking this: he's already regretting opening his eyes as it is. He’d like to say he wants to go home, only he doesn’t remember where home is and all he has is what Tess gives him. Hell, if it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t even have his arms and legs attached. Blinking rapidly, trying to blink away a reticule plastered across the retinal HUD (seriously is she seeing this too?), Alex just goes for broke.

“What now?”
have_no_mercy: (all business)

[personal profile] have_no_mercy 2014-04-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That's the question, isn't it?

Tess needs to pace, arms folded across her chest, her hand still rubbing at that sore spot. Pacing helps her think, helps her focus down to what is most helpful because to be honest, her mind is almost always racing.

"I can call the client who sent you to me, though I have a sneaking suspicion he won't be terribly forthcoming, if he'll be available at all." It's not like he wouldn't be anticipating her reaction and likely to avoid her due to it.

"For now, maybe you should try getting up, make sure everything works properly."

As for the long term? She does have a few ideas. A few radical ideas that will probably freak him out even more than he already is.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-15 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
From the way he arrived in...pieces and the fact he's becoming convinced this client was the one who did this to him, Alex is against getting into contact with him. Thank God Tess didn't seem to be a fan of that idea either, Alex looking relieved despite telling himself to keep a poker face.

"Let's skip the call," Alex says quickly. "I'll, uh, I can stand. I think."

He remembers how to do that, at least. Trying to ignore the new indicators popping in front of his eyes like floaters, Alex sits up and swivels his legs around, feeling more than hearing something whirring. His feet touch the floor and he lurches up, pitching forward as [ STABILIZER MALFUNCTION ] flashed in front of him.