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Walker ([personal profile] thelongcon) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-03-31 07:12 pm
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Memory is a fickle thing


Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ...whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into...something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now--that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.
7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

Originally by [personal profile] jading
napoleon_solo: (solo and gun)

Napoleon Solo | The Man from UNCLE

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-01 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[modern or classic napoleon]
red_peril: (Open Channel D)

Re: Napoleon Solo | The Man from UNCLE

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-01 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Classic is great. Any preference for story line?
Edited 2016-04-01 02:53 (UTC)
napoleon_solo: (napoleon solo)

4 + 6

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-01 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
The last thing he remembered was a headache. A bad one. He really didn't remember much of anything else when he came to in the hospital. There were some bruises on him, a black eye notably, but nothing that helped confirm his identity.

The doctors say something about him being found in an alley and brought to the hospital. No identification or wallet on him. As he splashed water on his face in the bathroom, the face in the mirror looked back at him. It didn't look familiar either, dark hair, square jaw...wonder who I am? he thinks.

There's a noise from inside his room. He moves to see who it is, one of the nurses bringing his dinner tray. She gives him a questioning look, did he know anything? But instead he just thanks her and sits back down on the bed. He wasn't really hungry, lifting the cover...

There was a note underneath.

Trust no one. You will be contacted shortly. Destroy this note after reading.

Well, that was odd. He turned the note over in his hands, feeling a little bit on edge the more he read it. What could it mean?
red_peril: (Illya Classic)

Good choices.

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
It had taken Illya a couple of hours to find the hospital that Solo had been taken to. His partner had taken a beating. He was surprised that the THRUSH agents would take him to a public hospital. Still better to be safe than sorry.

He entered the hospital through the back entrance, following another staff member inside. Making his way down to the doctor's lounge, walking through as if he belonged there. The UNCLE agent found where the spare scrubs and white coats were stored and simply put one of the coats on over his street clothes. He walked through the hospital picking up a file, then a stethoscope one of the doctors had taken off. Illya hung it around his neck as if he was used to wearing one. He paused at the nurse's station and set down the file in his hands and picked up one that said 'John Doe,' it had to be Solo.

Walking down the hallway, he quickly skimmed the file, looking for the diagnoses. Head injury, not good. Amnesia? Worse. How could he convince Solo to come with him might be a bit tricky. He found his partner's room and slipped inside. He approached Solo's bed and was disappointed that there was not even a hint of recognition from him. "How are you feeling?"
napoleon_solo: (locked up)


[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-01 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He had crumpled the note the second he heard someone at the door. Hiding it subtly under the pillow as he adjusted himself in bed. Wondering how he learned to do that in a moments notice...

The man who entered looked awfully young for a doctor. And Russian too. This seemed suspicious for some reason. He wasn't sure why but he knew about the Cold War. Maybe this was what the note meant when it said trust no one.

"Fine," he says cautiously, watching the other man. Something just didn't feel right about this situation. "Other than a headache, I suppose, doctor....uh?" He leaves room for the other man's name. Might as well see if he identifies himself.
red_peril: (Illya Classic)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Kuryakin," he said in the vain hope that he might get some sort of reaction from Solo. But no, he seemed more suspicious of him than anything else. He looked over the injury on his head and took out a pen light and flashed it in Solo's eyes as doctors did. His pupils were equal and reactive. A good sign that the head injury was healing. "Hold your head still and follow my finger with your eyes only, please." He watched Solo's eyes carefully. His eye movements were good, as far as Illya could tell. But he was not exactly a doctor. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being worst, how is your headache?"
napoleon_solo: (solo and kuryakin)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
He put up with the doctor, more because he seemed to know what he was doing. But there was still some knot in his gut that said something was wrong here. He couldn't put his finger on it...

He only sees it for a moment, a dark shape under the man's white coat when he leans to have him follow his finger. But the shape was unmistakable. This 'doctor' was carrying a gun.

This realization almost makes him miss the question. "Hm? Oh um, I would say...about a four." What kind of hospital was this if it's doctors were packing heat? He needed to find a way out of here. "So Doc, how long before I can leave?" he tests the waters in that direction.
red_peril: (pic#10151430)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Your concussion is not that bad, so I would say that you can be released sometime today. The amnesia is a little troubling though. It could be far worse. You could think you were Napoleon," Illya laughed a little. He hadn't noticed that Solo had seen his gun. "Do you remember anything about how you were injured at all?"
Edited 2016-04-02 04:44 (UTC)
napoleon_solo: (solo and gun)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, sure I will, he thought to himself. When did he get so cynical? And suspicious? The note did say not to trust anyone.

That crack about Napoleon is odd.

He racks his brain again but comes up empty, shaking his head. "Sorry Doc, I'm afraid not." Not that he'd tell him if he could remember. He coughs a bit, pulling on the collar of his shirt. "Don't suppose you could open the window and let some air in here, Doc?" he asks hopefully.

If Kuryakin does go for the window, he intends to sneak up behind him and catch him around the neck. And get some answers. Maybe he can tie him up and escape from here without anyone knowing.

Not knowing he's sneaking up on a seasoned agent who knows him very well.
Edited (sorry, adding stuff) 2016-04-02 05:13 (UTC)
red_peril: (pic#10151432)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
That got a quirked blond eyebrow, "You want fresh air, you can get up and open the window for yourself." Illya wasn't going to fall for that one. It wouldn't do at all for him to have to defend himself against his friend. He crossed his arms over his chest, "After all, your legs aren't broken."
Edited 2016-04-02 05:44 (UTC)
napoleon_solo: (uncle special)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Figures. Too smart for a doctor.

He shrugs and gets up to do it himself.

....and goes out the window to run out onto the fire escape. Hoping not to hear the sound of gunfire behind him as he goes.
red_peril: (pic#10151430)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently, not smart enough. He wouldn't hear gunfire, no. He wouldn't shoot Solo if he didn't have to. But he would hear one frustrated Russian fake doctor jumping out the window and running down the fire escape after him.

Illya didn't call out after him. He didn't want to draw too much attention to them. Who knew how many THRUSH agents were in the hospital. He might have amnesia, but Solo certainly hadn't forgotten his instincts for survival. Nor his fearless nature. Illya scrambled after him, "Why couldn't you have broken your leg?" he muttered as he ran.
napoleon_solo: (surely you jest)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
He probably should have thought this through a little bit more. Now he was outside in scrub pants and a hospital gown. Terribly conspicuous outside of a hospital. A glance behind confirmed what he was worried about, the fake doctor was following him. Once he hits the ground of the alley, he ducks in the nearest open door, left open by the smoking employees.

One of the nurses sees him in one of the corridors, checking each room as he runs by, and beckons to him. He only has a split second to decide...and follows her into the elevator. The doors closing on the pursuing figure of Kuryakin.

"You finally got away, good work Solo," the nurse says. "You know me?" he asks. Surprised as she unstraps a gun from her leg and hands it to him. "Of course, you work for us. For THRUSH."
red_peril: (pic#10152791)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Illya raced after Solo back in through the door and the corridors of the hospital. He was about to catch up to him when he ducked into the elevator with a nurse. But Illya recognized her. She was a THRUSH agent. He was nearly caught up to him when the doors shut in his face. "Damn," he slapped his hand against the closed door.

Turning, he found the door to the stairs not far from the elevator and raced up the stairs after it. At the fourth landing, he ducked his head out and noticed that the elevator was stopping on the fifth floor. Ducking back into the stairwell, he ran up the steps two at a time. He had to get to Solo.
Edited 2016-04-02 18:34 (UTC)
napoleon_solo: (hold it right there)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"That man chasing you was sent here to kill you," she was saying calmly. "Before we could get you out, Agent Solo."

Solo felt more disoriented than ever, things were happening so fast. Yet, the gun in his hand felt familiar. Even as he checked it unconsciously for bullets. A full clip.

"He might be waiting for us when we get off," he says hesitantly. How did he know that? Well, when the doors opened, he would be ready with his gun up. Intending on firing at Kuryakin on sight. He wasn't about to be killed by some assassin.
red_peril: (Illya Classic)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He reached the 5th floor and stopped on the landing, breathing hard. Illya stepped out of the stairwell door, just as it reached the floor. He had to get to Solo, but he didn't know how he was going to help him. First he had to get the man free of the THRUSH agent he was with. The elevator doors started to open just as he got there.
napoleon_solo: (hold it right there)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It was likely a nightmare image for Illya. Napoleon Solo stood there, his gun raised and pointed right at him. No recognition on his face as to him being a friend.

However, when Solo pulled the trigger, his aim diverted away from a kill shot. Unconsciously he couldn't kill an unarmed man...and not this man. He fired twice, both heading for Kuryakin's shoulder.

He doesn't see how pleased the Thrush agent is for a brief second standing next to him.
red_peril: (pic#10152791)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-02 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes widened, seeing the barrel of a gun in Solo's hand aimed at him. He would not draw his own weapon on Solo. He was not in his right mind. He moved just as the shots were fired. The first shot hit its mark, grazing his shoulder and he fell to the floor. The second went wide. Solo was never that poor a shot. It gave him some little hope that perhaps he couldn't kill Illya because subconsciously he recognized him as a friend.
napoleon_solo: (uncle special)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-02 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well done," the girl says, moving to Illya to relieve him of his gun. Solo doesn't respond, conflicted. Keeping his gun trained on the man on the ground but feeling like...he couldn't tell. Like he'd just shot the wrong man.

Damn this amnesia. He felt like he couldn't think straight. "We're....taking him along?" he asks, confused as another joins them and helps with hauling Illya off the floor, tying his hands behind his back.

"Of course, he can tell us more about his organization," the Thrush agent says. That explanation seemed to satisfy Solo's doubts for now. At least they weren't going to kill him.

They all get into a black car in the basement, a new suit of clothes provided for Solo before they leave the hospital. Kuryakin gets a makeshift bandage on his shoulder from the oh-so-helpful nurse. Solo ends up in the back of the car with his gun trained on the prisoner while the two Thrush agents drive the car up front.
red_peril: (pic#10152791)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-03 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Illya let them pick him up and cuff him without saying a word. He was surprised that the fake nurse bothered to bandage his wound. Or perhaps they just didn't want to get his blood all over their car.

He sat looking from the gun aimed at him to Solo, "You're usually a much better shot than that."
napoleon_solo: (uncle special)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-03 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
He almost smiles at that, not sure why.

"Sorry. I'll try to do better next time."

So this Kuryakin knew him. Solo found himself curious as to how he knew him. The agents up front only gave them a cursory glance now and again, comfortable in the knowledge that Solo had defected to their side and he didn't even know it yet.

"Were you or your organization responsible for putting me in the hospital?" he asks. Might as well interrogate him while he had the prisoner to himself.
Edited 2016-04-03 00:50 (UTC)
red_peril: (pic#10151430)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"No." He glanced toward their captors. "UNCLE wouldn't do something like that, Napoleon."
napoleon_solo: (surely you jest)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Uncle?" He mistakes the acronym to be a person. " organization?"
red_peril: (pic#10152791)

[personal profile] red_peril 2016-04-03 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly. The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. U.N.C.L.E.," he said smoothly. "We've worked together for the agency for several years now."
napoleon_solo: (hold it right there)

[personal profile] napoleon_solo 2016-04-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Napoleon's eyes narrow as he weighs his words. Aiming his gun a little closer with a decision. "You're lying." Had to be, right? Taking advantage of his condition, that's what it was. "Why would I be working for your agency?"

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