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!

Comments

[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.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Flustered for being brushed off so easily for a box, Adachi draws himself up.]

Who would want to get into some dumb box! What kind of hobby is that anyway? I mean, it's just paper! Talk about lame.

[A haughty laugh.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Hey, it makes a perfectly good disguise too, y'know!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Maybe for wrinkled old cops like you.

[He shoots a dismissive wave at Dojima.]

If you ask me, it's better to renovate their asses!

[Was it really necessary to shout like that, Adachi?]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Have a good, long stare.]

Renovate their- what does that even mean?

1/3

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

It-!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...It, uh...

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima just smirks victoriously (and awfully coolly), taking another drag.]

1/2

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Well, I could show you-

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[WAIT, no, bzzt, wrong. Adachi clears his head with a shake, face returning back into a grimace.]

It means I'm going to make you sorry you ever met me, old man!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Snakejima Dojima raises an eyebrow at him, looking pretty unimpressed.]

Yeah?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi gives him a 'duh' look.]

Yeah. Can't you tell from my tattoos?

[He rolls up the white sleeve of his button-up...to reveal a pearly white, rather pathetic-looking lanky arm.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Have an amused scoff as Dojima drops his cigarette to the concrete, stepping it out.]

Yeah, I can tell alright. You're about as pale as Otacon.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Now, that makes him halt. He has no idea who Otacon is - no one in Inaba, that's for sure.]

...Who?