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★ ([personal profile] hydrates) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-05-16 08:17 am

Amnesiac Romance


AMNESIAC ROMANCE


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.
originalcopy: (armor old)

role swap AU terribleness

[personal profile] originalcopy 2016-05-19 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh goodie, the fresh batch of marines was arriving, which meant he had to take some time to introduce himself. The things he did for the good of the U.N.S.C frankly, they were lucky to have him. He could have gone to a research station instead.

Alpha flickers into view before the lined up troopers and looks them over with a vaguely superior smile. He's learned to tone it down some, but frankly in every respect other than lifespan he is superior to them.

"Hey boys, girls and undecideds... I'm Alpha and I'll be your ships AI for the remainder of your stay. If you have any non-annoying questions I'll pretend to be happy to answer them."

It was his most practiced introduction. Some AI liked to be chummy with their crews but... well, honestly most of them wouldn't survive long. It was just easier not to get to actually know any of them. Not that he didn't already have everything on file about them memorized.
hatesgoodbyes: (pic#6476179)

oh that is cold as hell

[personal profile] hatesgoodbyes 2016-05-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
There was a bit of shoving and leaning to glimpse the AI, supposedly this ship was getting one of the good ones. Frankly, Allison never cared for them, especially after the accident. Her life had lost the only thing outside of the military that had ever given her real focus so her career had been geared into overdrive.

It wasn't that she'd forgotten her past, you don't lose a husband so shortly after marrying them and walk away without scars. It was that she'd had to learn how to move on; and she had. She'd become an exemplary soldier if one who had managed to avoid long runs on the bigger ships. It had always been Leo's dream to work with the AI that ran things like this. He'd said he could perfect them, make them even more useful by integrating them directly into items soldiers could use.

She had never had much use for the AIs after she lost him, but this time running into a standard ships contingent had her damn near dropping her rucksack.

"Alpha?" She shouldered her way from the rear of the group forward. The little AI looked like a generic suit of armor but she knew that voice. She knew the attitude behind it too, it was exactly the way he got when he knew he was the smartest guy in the room and he was going to have to slow it down for the rest.

She faltered and stepped closer still. "Leo?"