milliways_bar | Entries tagged with midsummer night's amnesia

[OOM: After Will gets his memory back, he takes Molly to Nottingham, where together they meet his father, a Man at Arms, learn of each other and end in laughter and kisses.]

(OOC: Millitimed to June 28th and the end of the Amnesia plot. Warning for teenagers and background from The Dresden Files)

hippodamio

He has not been into the Bar these past nights, not since his arrival. Hektor has spent the nights awake, leaning on his spear and tending his fire; as he has not spoken to any who tend the stables, he has had to keep watch over his horse. There are things howling in the woods that have voices no wolf of his knowledge could ever hope to match. As for his days, he has been looking for a way back on the paths by which he came here, or working Boukephalos until the edge is off the stallion and he no longer seems likely to seek out other horses for a fight. But tonight, at least, it seems quiet; and so the horse is safely tethered outside, well away from the stables, and Hektor has come indoors for the moment. One can only make so many meals of an ill-prepared belt pouch's contents and the stuff found growing in woods so strange as these.

second_sighted

[OOM but not: In which Jordan almost makes a new friend.]
Millitimed to June 23

anythingbutblue

(After snatching up a less than innocent apple, Faye finds herself in a position she's been in before.)

gonna_live

[The terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad week gets a little better.

It is can be hugs tiem.]

visible_sariel

OOM. Upstairs in room 1701D, that memory-restoring cookie of Raven's hits Sariel like the proverbial brick to the head.
Rated D for very dark in places, I for crazy intense, B for backstory and PRP for poetic repetition of phrases.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: Looks like Ben owes Mia a cheesecake. Rated D for Don't Expect Draco Or Mia In The Bar Tonight.]

necessary_child

Lucifer's still rather confused about this whole amnesia thing. And a little upset, but mostly just confused. The room Bar had given him a key to had been filled with clothing he didn't recognise, but he couldn't go home and there was no way he was going to carry on wearing his archangel's uniform- it's a bloody daft getup and he's always said so.

So he's sitting in an armchair by the fire, knees drawn up to his chin like a kid. Bare feet, black cords and, for once, a white t-shirt, looking somehow young, thoughtful and rather lost.

[OOC: Last chance to get an amnesia!Sam before the cookies do!]

k_in_black

Agent K strides through the Front Door and scans the bar without breaking a step. He comes to a halt in front of the table where a still amnesiac Agent Zed is scribbling notes about this 'asylum for stage magicians' he’s stumbled upon.

K eyes Zed for a few seconds, then shakes his head and walks over to Bar.

"Evenin', Darlin'." Which is all it takes for Zed's equipment, including his neuralyzer, to appear.

(Of course, Agent K hasn't been in the bar for weeks, but those Men in Black just have a way of knowing things.)

K scoops up the small pile of shiny black tech, and by the time he's back at Zed's table, K already has his shades on and the neuralyzer properly adjusted--despite having had both hands full (probably best not to ask).

"Chief."

Zed looks up, "Wha--?"

*FWOOMP*

"....."

".........!!!!!!"

And now there are two Men in Black in the bar. One standing carefully silent and the other bellowing and roaring at the top of his rather substantial lungs about trick apples and "fucking nuthouses."

creator_raven

Somewhere, at a table, there is a plate. And a glass.

On this plate there are cookies. In the glass there is a milkshake.

They are very good cookies, regardless of whether they are solid or not.

Just looking at them almost makes you want to eat them.

Almost.

Choices are tricky things, after all.

That is why Raven is fond of them.

Possibly the people who are wandering around in an amnesiac haze will be fond of them, too.

Possibly.

[ooc: Tag in here to have your pup eat a cookie and get his/her/its memory back!]

realmrsreynolds

"Ow. Ow."

In comes one Sallie Reynolds, nursing her left wrist. Moving to the Bar, she leans forward slightly after claiming a barstool:

"Can I get a packet o' ice, please?"

No actual physical ice cubes per se, but a gel-filled cold pack appears, and Sallie picks it up and holds it against her wrist.

Now she's debating whether to go to the infirmary before or after getting a drink to calm herself.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Amnesia comes with odd problems...like not knowing which doors not to open.

This would, in fact, be the case with Bonzo/Bruck. Nobody told him not to open that door, and there was nobody stopping him.

A few minutes pass by...in the Bar, that is...

And then he returns. Two months and a few minutes older, and wondering just how this place ended up in the bathroom.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Two for one sale on amnesiac guys.

One's a NY politician who can literally taking things to new heights. He's sitting at a table, still trying to remember his life. And wondering why the exploding stars outside kind of rattle him so much.

The other's a wizard who's a sort of reforming git. Sitting at another table, and having no interest in getting his memories back. He seemed content other than trying to remember spells.

Catch them before the cookies do or don't.

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

It's been almost a week since he woke up with a complete lack of memory, sprawled out on his sofa with a book over his face and not even a name to go by.

Things haven't changed much since then. He's still not entirely sure who he is, but after watching a very informative film by the name of Casino Royale, he's come to assume he's an actor with a penchant for playing bad guys. He can deal with that.

For today he's comfortably lounging on a sofa by the fire and reading one of the several novels from the James Bond series, but not adverse to a bit of company. He's done away with the usual suits in favour of casual jeans and a t-shirt, and it appears as if he hasn't tended to his hair for a fair few days judging by its flyaway look.

It's thankfully one of the last times he'll be seen scruffy, happy and polite.

will_scarlett

[OOM: In his room, Will remembers]

When the light is just starting to appear in the sky, Will comes down to the Bar, looking worn and tired, he speaks to Bar, dropping two rings on her surface and writing a note.

Then he goes back upstairs holding a bouquet of vibrant wildflowers.

( For Marian )

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: By the lake, Puck runs into someone unfamiliar and gets something back.

There is a reason he is Raven who sets things right, you know.]

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Nighttime outside is cool and buggy, and Peter brought a windbreaker he found in the closet of the room the bar gave him. Now it's spread over the big rock by the lake, and he's perched on top, idly shying stones at the water. Not a single one of them skips even once.

Oh well.

kitchen_maid

It's been a good day for Amy, a pleasant afternoon with lemonade and ice cream in the garden and long meandering conversations with Meg and Susan and Rosalind.

But now it's time to look in on Milliways and see how the latest absurdity is progressing. After all, she promised Door that she would.

So it's a slightly solemn-looking young queen who comes in this evening.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Finding himself]

Guppy comes down the stairs, looking a bit less frazzled than he has done. CD player in hand, he heads towards the bar and gets a tea.

Then he curls up on a sofa and puts the headphones on. The music... is familiar, though he doesn't remember the words. Different language. He doesn't know which.

But he does recognise it. And for now, that's worth a lot.

young_tmriddle

After Amy and Door's conversation, Door returned home to something of a pleasant surprise.

Tom has always kept diaries. He found one while rummaging through his study desk, and he happily tells her of this latest development.

Written memories are better than none at all. Tom's rather liking what he reads - even the angsty parts. After all, this is who he is.

He's also read about a couple of similar situations - did he really wear eyeliner and black leather to strip for Door's cure??? Good Lord - in which help was found for odd situations in the bar proper.

Which is why he is sitting at the bar, reading one of his diaries. Just for a few minutes.

He wants a cure.

He'd rather like to recreate this eyeliner stripping adventure with no awkwardness cause by amnesia.

ooc: Plot-locked, please. Exhausted, scattered mun

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sprawled on the sofa, trying to remember stuff and trying to get rid of the headache that's very rapidly coming on.

He's rapidly getting fed up of all this amnesia stuff - Not just the amnesia, either. The fact that for some reason he starts counting cards in his head whenever he lets his thoughts wander. It makes concentrating on things difficult.

And he can't drink alcohol, either. Not because he doesn't want to, just because he keeps accidentally breaking the things he picks up, including glasses. He still has no idea how that's happening.

Botherable, but grumptastic.

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

Peter showed up in the bar he was so confused it wasn't even funny. He didn't know who he was... still, and he had some strange powers.

He walked through the door, that he had wanted- thanks to Bar he had gotten home fine. He found his way to Bar.

"Can I have a chocolate malt?" he asked, "Thanks, Bar."

He sat down on a stool.

gorgonfondness

In a sense, a girl with no memory shouldn't have a care in the world.

Mia was one of those amnesiacs for quite some time.

But now she's worried. Not for herself, though. She doesn't know if she'll be able to handle her past once she remembers it, but she knows that she will have to sooner or later. It's all a matter of waiting for it to come back to her.

If only Draco could think of it the same way.....

bringonthewonder

Angela came downstairs, got a large mug of herbal tea from the bar, and is now sitting at a table, staring fixedly into the eye sockets of a skull.

Jack tells her that (when she can remember who and what she is), she can take a skull and figure out what the person in question used to look like.

So far, all she's really got is an irrational desire to start declaiming to someone named Horatio.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner is pouring all his mental energies into a comparison chart containing the details of a very philosophical question:

Simon Skinner -or- Timothy Dalton?

Said comparison chart is in a shiny new notepad acquired from the bar, and is already full of information about both persons--or at least Timothy Dalton. Simon Skinner is not a famous movie star, doesn't have dozens of articles written about him that he can acquire from the bar. Simon Skinner's column, next to Timothy Dalton's, is damn near empty. But does the information imbalance make him the man he knows more about? That's what Skinner wants to know.

Damn philosophical debates.

[ ooc: ~~blah blah blah timecakes~~ back! ]