EVENT PART 2

[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

IDENTITY CRISIS

Uh oh. Everyone seems to have forgotten themselves. Literally. People are starting to think they're someone else; even people they don't even know. (AKA: not limited to the character's fandom k) They suddenly develop habits they've never had, unfamiliar urges, strange phrases - the whole shebang. Confuse your fandom mates, or even strangers. They may even be them - or you.

Feel free to work with this however you want. Trigger it, slowly work into their 'new personality', or maybe they just woke up that way. As for how they snap out of it... that's up to you. Or if they do. Have fun with it!

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[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[The man retreats a step, looking Adachi up and down. He looks the same. This isn't a different Adachi or something, is it? Nah, that still wouldn't explain.]

Do you realize you're doing that?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[An annoyed huff. Looking off to the side like some scolded teenager, Adachi mumbles under his breath.]

You useless cops are always asking if I know what I'm doing - 'course I do! I don't need some two-bit old man telling me what to do with my life. I'll fight if I wanna!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

What the- you were a cop too! And you don't even fight!

[Maybe Dojima is losing his patience, or this is becoming irritatingly familiar.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Then where do you think these scars come fr-

[Leaning forward, Adachi points an all-important finger at his temple...except there's nothing there. Maybe if you look closely there's a smidgen of a- oh, no. That's just his eyebrow.]

...Huh? Where'd it go?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

A scar? Really?

[A sigh, and Dojima shakes his head.]

No scars, but you sure might've bumped your head. Maybe I should take you to the hospital...

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

I don't need no hospital! I'd rather sew myself up than have a bunch of old women poke at me.

[Maybe he wouldn't have minded the old me- ...wait.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[That sounded... A little bit more like the Adachi he knows. Pop quiz time.]

What's your name?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Almost immediately.]

Adatsumi Tohji.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...What?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...What?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[That sounded like an odd cross between... No, it can't be.]

Come on, I'm taking you to a doctor.

[In a strange reverse of roles, Dojima takes his wrist, tugging him along.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

H-hey!

[Simultaneously blushing and yanking his arm free, Adachi backs away from Dojima, despite putting up his fists.]

Wh-what's with the touchy-feely, buster!

[Don't you know, Dojima? Interesting men make Adatsumi Tohji awfully defensive.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Adachi, blushing? Something is seriously wrong.]

C'mon, we have to sneak into the hospital so-

[Wait a second - sneak? What's wrong with the front door? Dojima shakes his head.]

I mean, go to the hospital and get your head checked out.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with my head! You old hags know nothing - bleaching is in style, you hear? In style!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Adachi, your hair is br-

[But Dojima cuts himself off, figuring it's useless. He reaches in his pocket for his smokes, pulling one out and lighting it up.]

Where's a cardboard box when you need one..?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[His fists lower, just a fraction.]

...A what?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

A cardboard b-

[A blink, and Dojima looks confused himself.]

...Uh.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...What do you need a cardboard box for?

[Eying those smokes, Tohji's grabs one for himself. He's a big tough gangster teenager after all - he's got an image to keep up.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[As far as Adachi's image goes, he's still selfish Adachi - that hardly seems off for his character, even if the reason is different. Better find your own lighter though kid.]

...Never mind. You wouldn't understand.

[Dojima almost looks wistful for a second. Understand what, exactly?]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Indeed.]

Understand what?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

The box.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Wh-what's there to understand about some dinky hobo box?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

You should try it. Getting in the box, I mean. Then you'll see what I mean.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[He flushes up to his ears.]

I-I-I'm not getting in some tight, cramped box with y-you!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

I meant on your own. Get your own box.

[Dojima doesn't have a love box on hand anyway.]