the memory malfunction meme

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The Memory Malfunction Meme • comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you might have. • write a starter for your character if you want, or just leave the first comment blank. • tag other people's comments. • pick your prompts with the RNG. • scramble those memories and have fun! • WARNING! several of the prompts leave room for triggering and/or explicit content. proceed with caution when reading, and (if possible) add any content or rating warnings in the subject line of your thread(s). thank you!

scenarios 01. all gone your name, your past, your every single experience has been erased. who are you? who did this? or was... was it always like this? where do you go from here? are you supposed to go anywhere at all? 02. proceed with caution gaps. memory gaps everywhere. and it's not just one night of binge drinking either. there are some serious holes, and you'd better find something that can fill them. unless you don't care at all? 03. last drop it's gone, all g- no, wait. there's one memory left. one scene, playing in your head over and over again. no context, but you just know it belongs to you. but where did the rest go? and why is this all you have left? 04. why this? your memory is seems fine, except for that one day. except for that one person. except for... except for one single thing you just can't recall, no matter how hard you try. hm. maybe it wasn't all that important to begin with? 05. glass half full the sun is shining, people are smiling, the world is a wonderful place! sometimes you can't help but wonder if there should be more to life than this, but then again, do you really want to complain about all those happy memories? 06. glass half empty death. devastation. pain. it's all you know, all you've ever known. you'd think that something or somebody would have made you smile, at least once in your life. but no, of course not. it's dark and bleak, and that's just how it's been, for as long as you can remember. 07. selective you know those interviews you can't help but feel were taken out of context? congratulations, that's your brain now. somebody or something tried to shape you into somebody new. it's the truth and nothing but the truth, mind, though it might not be the whole truth, exactly. does that make you better? worse? and do you care? do you even notice? or will you do everything to get those missing pages back? 08. too clear. you remember everything. no, everything. that completely irrelevant thing your neighbor said to you ten years ago? you remember it word for word. you remember the shirt they wore when they said it, and you remember the number of birds chirping in the nearby apple tree while they said it. yes, of course you remember how many apples were on that tree too. again, you remember everything. blessing or curse? that's up to you. 09. too much. you have all your memories, and more. are those memories of your... past lives? memories of people you know? memories of everybody you ever knew? wait, did you just look at that guy and remember what he ate for breakfast?! better sit down, have an aspirin, and try to figure out what's going on. 10. all... there?! you remember your name. you remember your life. it was good, sometimes. sometimes it wasn't. ups, downs, but that's just how life-- what do you mean that's not my name, of course it is! no, i have no idea who you are, why are you looking at me like that?! 11. RANDOM combine! roll again! remember anybody or anything you want! or don't. what are we, the memory police? the commenter... 01. ...caused this. this is your work. admire it, fear it, play with it. this is exactly what you wanted. or is it exactly the opposite of what you wanted? well, you're responsible either way, so deal with it. 02. ...tried to stop this. you knew this would happen. you knew somebody would do this, maybe you even knew they would do this to themselves. you tried to intervene, but you couldn't save them on time, you couldn't save enough. will you mourn your failure, or keep on fighting for them? maybe it's not too late... 02. ...just wants to make it better. this is terrible! what a tragic fate, and what a good thing you came along to make everything right again. you'll get those memories back in shape in no time! okay, maybe it'll take some time. okay, maybe a lot of time, but hey, at least you're there to help them cope, right? 03. ...just wants to make it worse. this is incredible! better than anything you ever did to that person! send a gift basket to whoever is responsible, but first, let's make sure to make the best of the situation. you'll help them all right, but you might take a few artistic liberties with it. of course you never tried to kill me. we're lovers, don't you remember? 04. ...is just passing through. you might not even know who that other person is, and you sure as hell don't know what's going on. maybe you should stay and find out. maybe you should help. or maybe the only thing anybody remembers is that you left the oven on, and need to leave very quickly. let's see what you'll do! 05. ...is afflicted too! oh great, now there's two of them. double the fun? same issue, different flavor? maybe between the two of you you'll have enough memories left to come up with a solution. or maybe not, but at least you're in it together! 06. RANDOM mix, match, roll again, do your own thing, whatever you like!

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Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars | OTA

[morally_cryptic]

--10--
Seth Demas had never left his little desert town. Sure, sometimes he looked up at the sky and thought about all the other places he could see if he could just get up and go but of course that was impossible. There's never enough money to get him anywhere, even with the way he works all day down in the mechanic's shop.

Not a bad life though, even if the sand gets everywhere.

[ooc: you don't have to go with that but I figured it was a good prompt to try cross-canon stuff too and left it ambiguous as to whether he was a Space!Mechanic or a somewhereElse!Mechanic. Could be this was all an accident and he really is having delusions somewhere, could be somebody's effectively made him a prisoner (Jenna Zan Arbor, if anybody ever read the Jedi Quest series...?).

And don't feel compelled to go with this, I'm open to the other prompts too, just didn't want to leave the comment empty.]

[master_obiwan]

Obi-Wan was really getting tired of Jenna Zan Arbor taking the people he cared about. Really kriffing tired. First with Qui-Gon all those years ago, and now with Anakin.

Relax, Kenobi. Peace. Patience. ...Breathe

Obi-Wan struggled to heed his mind's advice as he carefully made his way through the spaceport, mindful of the beings that were both coming and going, off-loading and loading.

He'd originally thought Zan Arbor would've had Anakin locked in a lab somewhere, tied to a contraption and being tortured. But that had been a wasteful two days. Well, not completely wasteful; the intel he was able to gather led him to this strange desert planet, and he could almost imagine the look on Anakin's face when the lad found out he'd been taken to a place covered in sand.

At least it wasn't Tatooine?

<3 [some au icons i was using for something else seemed suitable...]

[morally_cryptic]

Oh, Anakin had been tied to a contraption at some point, but by the time he realized he was on a desert planet, well.

As far as he was concerned, he'd always been there and sand was just an annoying fact of life.

And there's absolutely no spark of recognition as the young man in question shoulders past Obi-Wan with a muttered 'scuse me as he heads into one of the mechanic's garages near the spaceport.

Karen Minazuki ♥ Yes! Pretty Cure 5

[oceanicbutterfly]

[so this sounds fun]

Re: Karen Minazuki ♥ Yes! Pretty Cure 5

[quiet_night_ce71]

(OoC: Want Karen to be the inflicted or would you rather have Lacus here?)

[oceanicbutterfly]

[I'll go with Karen being affected. Perhaps a 2/10 combo, where Karen has gaps in her fake memories? And Lacus is helping her figure out and fill in the gaps, either in an attempt to help because she thinks those are her real memories or because she's in on whatever happened.]

Liquid Snake | Metal Gear | ota

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid Snake did nothing wrong.

To even suggest such a thing would be silly. Shadow Moses went perfectly; all tests went off without a hitch, although soon enough the program was shut down. So it goes. Liquid had remained commander of FOXHOUND since then, even if the members tended to come and go. He liked his job. They got a lot of work.

So why did things occasionally feel out of whack?

Oh well. it was probably nothing.]

[((you don't have to use the prompt, I just got the idea and was like oh yes. could go all sorts of ways. or roll/pick your own!))]

legion ▶ mass effect

[agglomerate]

soushi miketsukami | youko x boku ss | arc 2 | ota

[discrepant]

(ooc: I don't mind playing his prologue/anime version neither. Let me know which version you like to play with.)

[secondtry]

[How can I resist when this is his canon? Going with 02.]

He sat at the door, music playing inside the building - and damn if he wasn't tired of country music, but a job was a job and he had to upkeep himself even if it meant throwing people out of a honky-tonk bar in the middle of nowhere. He'd climbed off the bus in this weird little town with a duffel bag full of clothes and an envelope of cash, but what had happened before that was a mess.

He knew his name, Michael Elliot Knight. His social security number was still there. He knew he'd been in the military; specifically, he'd been an Army Ranger. He knew he'd done some black ops, and at some point, he'd ended up living just outside of Vegas.

But there were years, evidently, that were gone. Completely gone. Sometimes he had nightmares that felt too damned familiar, but the moment he opened his eyes, they were gone. Weirdest of all was the gutpunch he felt anytime he saw a Ford Mustang. What the hell was up with that?

The bartender flicked the lights. "Last call!" the man shouted, and Mike felt some of the tension across his shoulders ease. Almost time to head home.

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock BBC | between 02 and 04

[desecrated]

It was obvious someone was carrying on Moriarty's legacy, he wasn't just one person, he was... a group of them, a bit like an underground cult, at least that's what his mind told him, which at the moment was the only thing he could trust.

Still, he's missing something.
What is he missing? Maybe he just needs another hit, and then he'll figure it out, properly.
He'd really rather not think about that wife being part of this criminal plan, then everyone he knew was in danger. He wasn't in the right physical state to protect everyone.

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens

[talentedscavenger]

[Oh this will be fun, so much fun.]

kylo ren | star wars

[rampageous]

[They'd told him, after, about how he was found. Sun-poisoned, nearly dead, stumbling alone out near the old Lars homestead. They'd had half a mind to leave him - the desert is a merciless mistress, and it wouldn't have been the first time some careless spacer died for not respecting her.

But they're kind people, if gruff, and they take him in anyway. It's a week before he's out of danger, two more before he wakes, silent and staring. Memory loss. As far gone as he was, it's not unexpected. It'll come back, or it won't.

They call him Owen, for where he was found. It doesn't quite fit, but he doesn't know any better, and he shrugs the name on just as easily as the loose, light clothing they offer him. He's grateful. He stays for another four months after he's healed, repaying his debt. Small tasks, at first, but he finds he has a small talent for fixing the moisture vaporators that litter the farm. But restlessness tugs at him, and he catches himself staring out over the dunes too often. When the season is over and his rescuers are flush with precious water, he leaves.

He stays in Anchorhead, trading repairs for food and water. He's good with more than just vaporators, he finds, and begins to eke out a life a few credits at a time. The locals avoid him for anything other than repairs - he pretends to not hear their whispers about the scarred spacer rescued from the desert.

(There's something missing, and Owen doesn't know how to name it. Something in his chest, that drives him to stare at the stars with a yearning that's nearly painful. Sometimes he thinks he can hear them whispering to him, like he hears the villagers, but he crushes the thought. He doesn't hear anything. He doesn't.)]

I swear, I won't teal-deer you to death like this all the time. >.<

[firstorders]

[Kylo Ren had gone missing and Supreme Leader Snoke was most displeased with the situation. Hux had of course heard of Snoke’s full capabilities but he had thought them little more than over-exaggerated-rumors. After the sixth week of Hux having nothing to report, Snoke had revealed to him just how displeased he was with his general’s progress.

He had seen Kylo Ren Force-choke more than one officer in the time the man had spent on the Finalizer but he had never believed it possible that Snoke might be able to reach out to him through the light years of distance and very nearly end his life with a firm and merciless grip that had left him shaken and subdued.

Snoke proclaimed that he had seen the return of his most favored Knight in one of his meditations and that it had been General Hux who had guided him back to the First Order. Normally, Hux would have protested the waste of time and his expertise in chasing across the outer reaches in search of Kylo Ren. But Snoke’s object lesson had been taken to heart and the general had simply quietly demurred and set out for Tatooine.

The planet in Supreme Leader’s Force-vision had been a dry and barren place much like Jakku. But the lonely desert world was the closest to where Ren’s last point of contact so that was where Hux had started. He left behind his ship and his host of Stormtrooper guards because Tatooine was far too close to the Resistance and Republic for the First Order to be stomping around in.

So Hux had taken possession of a non-descript ship used in deep-infiltration missions and landed in Mos Eisley. All signs of General Hux of the First Order were gone out of necessity and it grated on him something fierce. The spacer clothes he wore helped him to blend in with the motley population of the space port but it just felt wrong. He’d worn a uniform for so long that he couldn’t remember a time he’d worn anything else.

After meeting up with a contact sympathetic to the First Order, Hux had begun the somewhat laborious duty of trying to track down Kylo Ren. Unfortunately, there was no mention of a man matching the Knight’s description at any of the miserable Sithpits he’d visited. Finally, he had to change up his game and had put out feelers for a human male with dark hair and dark eyes rather than the Knight's most distinctive tattered robes and masked visage.

He’d been on this miserable dirtball of a planet for almost three standard weeks before he finally got his first solid lead on what might turn out to be Kylo Ren. Whispers had reached his contact’s network about a strange spacer found outside of Anchorhead in the deserts. The timeline fit at the least and by now, Hux was willing to chase any crazy leads that might lead him to Ren. The sooner he found the Knight, the sooner he could get off this damned world and back to where he belonged! Only the fact that Snoke would no doubt have him killed if he returned to the Finalizer empty handed and without Kylo Ren in hand had kept him from giving up so far.

Of course, if Ren was indeed not dead and hiding out in this Sithpit, there was a very real chance the man didn’t want to return and he might just run him through on sight with that blasted laser sword of his. The battered landspeeder he had purchased at the Mos Eisley barely managed the distance to Anchorhead and it was making a worrisome sort of chortling noise by the time he brought it to halt outside of the closest repair shop. His contact had said the man who might just be Kylo Ren worked out of this building. If it turned out he wasn’t the man Hux was looking for, at least he might be able to get the speeder repaired so that he could make it back to Mos Eisley.

It was mid-day but already the temperature was miserably high and the sun burned down punishingly in oppressive waves down on Hux’s head as he made his way to the building. Sweat was running in rivulets down his neck now that he’d come to the stop and didn’t have the natural cooling effects of the wind blowing past him.] Hello? I’m looking for someone who might be able to repair a speeder?

[He supposed he should have been happy for the built-in excuse to come to this miserable outpost in search of his wayward comrade.]

No worries, it's wonderful!

[rampageous]

[It's been a quiet few days in Anchorhead - the latest Jawa caravan has moved on, taking their wares with them and leaving Owen's pockets a handful of credits lighter. A scavenged, non-functional swoop is his latest find, and there are pieces of it scattered across the front counter of his small shop-and-living area. He's tinkering absently, keeping his hands busy, when a call comes from the outside -- unusual. The heat of the midday suns is normally a quieter period.

Wiping his hands on a gritty rag, Owen emerges from the shop, ducking under the front door (he's too tall for this place, really), and stepping into the sun.

His face and hands are tanned, his dark hair cropped shorter to curl around his ears, and his clothes are nothing more than the light wear of a moisture farmer, but-- to anyone who knew him, Owen is, unmistakably, the very image of Kylo Ren.

(The scar bisecting his face could only confirm it.)

Dark eyes seek out the visitor, but there's nothing more than a quiet interest in his gaze. No recognition. The man is clearly a spacer - he wouldn't last long in those clothes, and Owen can tell he's already falling prey to the heat. He doesn't need more than a cursory glance to tell that the speeder he came in is junk; not uncommon, when buying from dealers in the bigger cities. Offworlders are easy marks.]

That'd be me. [He eyes the sweat dripping from the other man's brow, dampening his collar. Best take this inside.] Care for a drink?

[He waves vaguely at the shop behind him. This is the hospitality of the desert - out here, water is life.]

Hollow Ichigo | Bleach | OTA

[yourrain]

Ise Nanao | Bleach | OTA

[eighthlibrarian]

Emerald Sustrai | RWBY | ota

[unhappy]

Bucky Barnes | post-TWS

[missionless]

Going with 02: Wants to make it better

[feels_taller]

Steve didn't want to push Bucky, but time was short. Everyone in the world was looking for the former Winter Soldier, yes former because Steve refused to believe Bucky ever wanted to hurt anyone ever again. Steve moved slowly towards his friend trying not to spook him like a wild animal.

"Buck...do you remember me," he asked holding out his hand.

Sans | Undertale

[sansational]

[One too many resets - or perhaps one too many science experiments or attempts at repairing the machine - have left Sans' memory and soul entirely scrambled. Unfortunately, this might also lead to a loss of control of his powers. So Sans also might wind up anywhere and in the company of anyone in an attempt to figure out just what's going on.

Don't be alarmed if you suddenly find him in your kitchen eating your food. Amnesia is hungry business.]

Kid Loki | Marvel-616 (Journey Into Mystery)

[notaswicked]

[It wouldn't even be the first time this has happened. But because Loki in general is still Loki at heart and soul, he'll probably get by as covertly as he can. Which probably means picking pockets and running card tricks on street corners when he's not trying to think up a place to sleep.]

Arthur | Inception

[onthepoint]

[embellishing]

[Okay so I rolled 3-1. Do you have a preference for who is afflicted? I can start either way. : D]

En Yufuin | Cute High Earth Defence Club Love! | OTA!

[lazywater]

[But will he remember to rest and then take his third nap?]