[...the faintest memory of fog closing in on them, a horrible burning pain, and now waking with a start to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling is what welcomes Caesar back to the normal Mayfield. As normal as it is compared to the other one, at least, but it isn't a comparison he can make just yet.
He doesn't remember it, not beyond some panic-inducing nightmare which grows fainter and fainter in his memory. Memories... Where was he, anyway?]
[action; 847 Goldberg St.]
[The rest of the house will be treated to the sounds of someone overturning their entire bedroom while trying, poorly, to be quiet about it. He may not remember his own name and he may not care about not being heard, but he has enough wits to search through all the papers in this place for a clue or two to who he is before making any kind of run for it.
There are notes to someone. Pages of books still needing to be put together. Did he write those or is this someone else's room and those theirs? And the sword. Is that his? Can he use it? He just doesn't know! He... Hold on. What was that in the corner of his desk? A phone! Now that, that could be useful... It was something he remembered using before. Sometime, somewhere.
That's what he'll be on when anyone finally comes to check in on him.]
[phone; no filters]
Hello? Is anyone there? [Caesar's talking in a hushed, uncertain voice, though not really all that panicked.] Can someone connect me to the authorities? Or at the very least tell me where I am? I think I've been kidnapped or I'm lost or...
[He's not quite sure, even though he should know better, having already been trapped in Mayfield for over a year!]
[action; the rest of town, later on in the week]
[And despite any warning about staying inside he may or may not have gotten, until his amnesia faded at the very least, Caesar can be found a day or so out and about after his confused call to the town. He may have snuck out through the window, but can you blame a guy for being curious?
He wanders aimlessly, stopping at certain places to look around and try to find anything to jog his memory. The school grounds, since it's closed itself. The park, following some half-remembered paths to places he thinks may have been old haunts, favorite trees to be in. The library gets a visit. He can even be found standing just outside the bakery, though turned to stare uneasily at the dairy instead of the other building. Even he can feel the dread about that place, though he wishes he could figure out why...]
(OOC note: Caesar is back from a grisly fog-ridden death! He did not revive immediately following the end of Event: Step Right Up and has been missing a day. His penalty is full amnesia for several days. He doesn't remember his time in Mayfield or his time in his original world beyond the extent of thinking the occasional person, place, or object is vaguely familiar.)
21st Tactic
He doesn't remember it, not beyond some panic-inducing nightmare which grows fainter and fainter in his memory. Memories... Where was he, anyway?]
[action; 847 Goldberg St.]
[The rest of the house will be treated to the sounds of someone overturning their entire bedroom while trying, poorly, to be quiet about it. He may not remember his own name and he may not care about not being heard, but he has enough wits to search through all the papers in this place for a clue or two to who he is before making any kind of run for it.
There are notes to someone. Pages of books still needing to be put together. Did he write those or is this someone else's room and those theirs? And the sword. Is that his? Can he use it? He just doesn't know! He... Hold on. What was that in the corner of his desk? A phone! Now that, that could be useful... It was something he remembered using before. Sometime, somewhere.
That's what he'll be on when anyone finally comes to check in on him.]
[phone; no filters]
Hello? Is anyone there? [Caesar's talking in a hushed, uncertain voice, though not really all that panicked.] Can someone connect me to the authorities? Or at the very least tell me where I am? I think I've been kidnapped or I'm lost or...
[He's not quite sure, even though he should know better, having already been trapped in Mayfield for over a year!]
[action; the rest of town, later on in the week]
[And despite any warning about staying inside he may or may not have gotten, until his amnesia faded at the very least, Caesar can be found a day or so out and about after his confused call to the town. He may have snuck out through the window, but can you blame a guy for being curious?
He wanders aimlessly, stopping at certain places to look around and try to find anything to jog his memory. The school grounds, since it's closed itself. The park, following some half-remembered paths to places he thinks may have been old haunts, favorite trees to be in. The library gets a visit. He can even be found standing just outside the bakery, though turned to stare uneasily at the dairy instead of the other building. Even he can feel the dread about that place, though he wishes he could figure out why...]
(OOC note: Caesar is back from a grisly fog-ridden death! He did not revive immediately following the end of Event: Step Right Up and has been missing a day. His penalty is full amnesia for several days. He doesn't remember his time in Mayfield or his time in his original world beyond the extent of thinking the occasional person, place, or object is vaguely familiar.)