circle7 | EVENT PART 2

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?mun: kels

EVENT PART 2

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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[That's not enough to convince Adachi. Narrowing his eyes, he reaches out, pinching the man's cheeks and pulling every which way, as if just waiting for the transformation to take place again, and for the un-Dojima-like Dojima to smack his hands away, point that tranquilizer at him, and shove him into a cardboard box.]

I'm not falling for that again-

Ow, ow hey-

[But nope, there's no tranq guns or cardboard boxes. Dojima just swats his hands away, rubbing a cheek before thumping the bottom of his fist on top of Adachi's messy hair.]

What was that for?!

[There's a small flinch at that, more reflexive than any actual indication of pain, before a look of relief spreads over Adachi's face, and he surges forward, toppling them over despite the small space in the vent. They half-fall out of it, in fact.]

Man, am I glad you're not some box hobo anymore!

Oof-!

[Y'know, something about it isn't so bad - maybe Dojima just realizes that it would've been a lot different with that Tatsumi attitude. The "don't touch me" and "I'm not like that"s... (No way, is Dojima appreciating the affection?)

Even though his head greets the ground with an unkind thunk, his arms still settle around Adachi's waist, grinning just slightly.]

Hey, Snake's not a box h-

...Actually, I don't know who he was.

[Pushing up, Adachi raises a brow at Dojima.]

And 'Otaku'?

[Otacon?]

You mean Otacon?

[A look of concentration crosses Dojima's face, trying to remember.]

I don't remember either.

[Easing up, Adachi smirks (not really a Kanji-like expression at all, no), and proceeds to climb over Dojima and out of the vent. He brushes himself off as he gets to his feet, staring down at the other man over his shoulder.]

But you remembered his pale, white skin?

Something tells me you were half-right about that 'otaku' bit. That's all I know.

[Dojima pushes himself up, standing to dust off his clothes, as well as the clothes that aren't his. Where'd these even come from?]

You haven't seen my shirt, have you?

It's somewhere ba-

[About to jab his thumb in said direction, Adachi thinks better of it, putting it down. He didn't mind Dojima looking quite like that.]

...Nope, not the faintest idea.

[You can bet he's not falling for it that easily.]

It's where?

Beats me. Guess you'll just have to come home like that.

Tch, there's no way I'm- I know you know, Adachi.

Edited 2010-07-26 18:33 (UTC)

What if I don't want to tell?

...

[Dojima reaches for that tranquilizer gun.]

-!!

[Adachi leaps forward, pinning Dojima's hands to his sides, looking alarmed.]

What do you think you're doing?

Hey, it's just a tranquilizer, isn't it?

[He smirks, but doesn't fight the hold or make a move to get the gun.]

Edited 2010-07-26 19:03 (UTC)

If you knock me out, you'll never find out where your shirt went.

I know that. It was a joke.

[Guess it's just pretty rare for Dojima to joke though, huh? Pulling his hands free, he reaches up to take off that bandanna. It's actually kind of comfortable, though... Oh well.]

It was?

[Cautiously withdrawing, Adachi manages a small, less-than-convinced laugh of his own, rubbing his neck.]

...Heh, yeah, sure it was. It's just hard to tell when you were serious a minute ago.

I'm pretty sure I'm back to normal. I only acted weird when you were acting like that Tatsumi kid.

[A shrug, and he starts pulling off the vest. He doesn't need all these... guns and knives and rations. (What the heck- are those girly magazines? Sheesh, what did this Snake guy do in his spare time?)]

[Yeah, don't think he doesn't see those.]

Edited 2010-07-26 19:26 (UTC)

Oh hey! That's June's issue! I missed that one!

[He picks one up off the floor where it dropped, and a three-page...spread folds out of the center of it. Adachi gives a whistle.]

They always put the best ones in the summer months.

[Dojima is too focused on getting the vest off, still. Jeez, was this industrial strength nylon, or something? Instead, he goes for the pulling-it-over-your-head approach, which muffles his voice.]

June's issue of wha-

[A glance is all it takes. The vest clunks to the ground (heavier than it looks), and Dojima covers his face with a sigh, cheeks reddened.]

Seriously going to look at that out in the open?

[Still holding out the magazine at an arm's length, Adachi turns to Dojima, eyes darting between the woman (women) on the foldout, and the much more real, less feminine sight of Dojima standing there, half-undressed. He folds the magazine up and tosses it over his shoulder.]

We're not in the open. You, Bond, dragged us into this alley. Come to think of it, you left the last alley half-naked too. Guess this is becoming a habit for you, huh?

Close enough. And I'm leaving the shirt on, thank you.

[Even if it's... kind of tight. It looks a lot more normal than with that vest, like he was prepared for battle or something.]

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