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]

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?

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[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.]

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[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?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Friend of mi-

[Wait a second, who is Otacon? He doesn't know him either.]

...Never mind.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

A friend of yours?

[A pause.]

...You have friends?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

None of your business.

[Hands in his pockets, Dojima starts heading back towards that alley - to get that box, no doubt.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

H-hey! Wait up! You can't just leave it open-ended like that!

[When more Adachi-esque pleading doesn't seem to work, he circles around, cutting Dojima off. All right, you asked for it. It's...Adatsumi time!]

You better tell me what I want to know, old man, or I'll beat you so hard you won't even see next week!

[It might've been more effective if he didn't have to get up on his toes to issue that threat.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Open-ended?

[He stops at the very least, and gives a laugh.]

I'd like to see you try.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Grrrr! You asked for it, you old stiff!

[The fist does fly without warning, making up for in speed what it doesn't in brute strength. It also stops a few inches before hitting Dojima in the face, though, the...Adachi part of Adatsumi keeping it in hold. Slowly, he lowers it, frowning.]

F-fine! Suit yourself! No one wanted to know anyway!

[Now that's pretty Adachi-like. He turns with a huff. Fine, Dojima could go skulking off in his secret hobo boxes to see his secret friends. None of his business. (He was still holding an unlit cigarette.)]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima doesn't even flinch. Had the fist gone an inch further, the Snake part of Dojima would've pulled out some fancy CQC on him. (Close-quarters combat, that is.) But since he doesn't, something about that huffy attitude catches his attention instead, and he grabs the other man's wrist again - but he stares down at Adachi's hand in confusion.]

Something's... weird.

[So coherent.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi doesn't tug free this time. Instead, he turns around, giving Dojima an incredulous stare.]

I know - I mean, since when did you have friends?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...Not what I meant.

[A sigh, and he lets go, scratching his head in thought.]

Doesn't it feel like we're... different?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[As if just realizing Dojima had been holding his hand, Adachi draws his wrist back to him, covering it with his other palm, flushing a little.]

D-different how?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Like that! You don't usually look all...

[On second glance, wow it's really strange to see Adachi look so... abashed.]

Embarrassed like that.

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[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Way to pull the trigger.]

Embarrassed?