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mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 12:54 am
gezellig) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 12:54 am
Entry tags:
zevenentwintig - revival
A - 1447 Mitchell Rd - for achromous and anybody visiting the house
[He'll wake up from his drone wife giving him a kiss. It was the only thing the drone did that was even remotely like Canada, and so he'd at least try to enjoy it on some mornings.
But this morning, when he wakes up, he doesn't have any memories of Canada at all. He doesn't seem to remember anything about . . . well, anything at all.
And his leg is in agony; it feels like someone has stabbed something through it, but when he frantically throws the blanket off onto the woman in bed with him -- she giggled a bit -- he sees that there isn't a single injury to be found. Confused, he's interrupted when the woman calls him 'Thijs' and says he's going to be late for work. ]
I need a day off.
[She'll look a bit concerned, but doesn't press, telling him cheerfullly she'll call the pharmacy -- he's a pharmacist? -- and make him something for breakfast. When she leaves, he'll lay in bed staring at the ceiling . . . trying to remember who he is, and where he is. He has only the faintest recollections of being alone, somewhere, in a house with a damp floor surrounded by a fog he couldn't walk through. What was that?
Hilda might meet the drone wife carrying some soup and toast up the stairs, for breakfast.
Anybody else visiting the house throughout the day might be greeted by Holland answering the door. He'll try to be sociable as he desperately tries to remember who you are. He's even trying to smile; his attempts are nothing short of pathetic, and he'll appear to be wincing instead.]
[Phone]
[His normally passive tone with slight bossiness to it now sounds extremely uncertain, even hesitant.]
I don't . . . know where I am.
[sigh]
Can someone tell me what this town is called? I keep asking this woman who lives with me and she keeps laughing at me . . .
B - Around Town; Grocery store; Pharmacy - open to all
[He's feeling only a little better, leg still hurting as he shivers a little, feverish. Still, his wife -- that's who she was, right? She really was cheerful, at any rate -- had asked for some groceries, and admonished him to pick up some medicine from the pharmacy. He'll be driving -- driving, really -- but it will be possible to catch him around town.
He might look a bit odd, as his hair is falling into his eyes, unstyled, and he's not wearing his scarf.]
[ooc: Holland died at the Carnival, and is now dealing with some revival effects, including amnesia and phantom pain, and lingering sickness from drinking the water. He'll be okay in a few days.]
achromous and anybody visiting the house[He'll wake up from his drone wife giving him a kiss. It was the only thing the drone did that was even remotely like Canada, and so he'd at least try to enjoy it on some mornings.
But this morning, when he wakes up, he doesn't have any memories of Canada at all. He doesn't seem to remember anything about . . . well, anything at all.
And his leg is in agony; it feels like someone has stabbed something through it, but when he frantically throws the blanket off onto the woman in bed with him -- she giggled a bit -- he sees that there isn't a single injury to be found. Confused, he's interrupted when the woman calls him 'Thijs' and says he's going to be late for work. ]
I need a day off.
[She'll look a bit concerned, but doesn't press, telling him cheerfullly she'll call the pharmacy -- he's a pharmacist? -- and make him something for breakfast. When she leaves, he'll lay in bed staring at the ceiling . . . trying to remember who he is, and where he is. He has only the faintest recollections of being alone, somewhere, in a house with a damp floor surrounded by a fog he couldn't walk through. What was that?
Hilda might meet the drone wife carrying some soup and toast up the stairs, for breakfast.
Anybody else visiting the house throughout the day might be greeted by Holland answering the door. He'll try to be sociable as he desperately tries to remember who you are. He's even trying to smile; his attempts are nothing short of pathetic, and he'll appear to be wincing instead.]
[Phone]
[His normally passive tone with slight bossiness to it now sounds extremely uncertain, even hesitant.]
I don't . . . know where I am.
[sigh]
Can someone tell me what this town is called? I keep asking this woman who lives with me and she keeps laughing at me . . .
B - Around Town; Grocery store; Pharmacy - open to all
[He's feeling only a little better, leg still hurting as he shivers a little, feverish. Still, his wife -- that's who she was, right? She really was cheerful, at any rate -- had asked for some groceries, and admonished him to pick up some medicine from the pharmacy. He'll be driving -- driving, really -- but it will be possible to catch him around town.
He might look a bit odd, as his hair is falling into his eyes, unstyled, and he's not wearing his scarf.]
[ooc: Holland died at the Carnival, and is now dealing with some revival effects, including amnesia and phantom pain, and lingering sickness from drinking the water. He'll be okay in a few days.]