AMNESIA BUG

[goosemods]

AMNESIA BUG

It's a somewhat dreary morning, with a light, misty rain all across campus. It's business as usual, though, except... some students are acting particularly forgetful today.

HOW THIS WORKS

• Full symptoms will have set in by 11:30 AM. You can decide exactly when and how quickly your character is hit with the amnesia bug, i.e. from the time they wake up, or later in the morning.


• Your characters have two brief windows in which to do amnesia things around campus: 7 AM-12 PM, before Mufferaw is certain what's happening, and 5:00-5:45 PM when there's a brief breakout.


• Teachers are on high alert to make sure that none of the affected students are hurt or otherwise taken advantage of. They'll break up any canoodling that's not between people they know are a couple, and there will be no opportunities to have sex. Please just use this as your blanket OOC safety net: Staff will save your character from doing anything you don't want them to do.


• Characters will be allowed to keep their journals while in quarantine.


• They'll all be given a cure before bed.


• Everyone affected is spending the night in the lodge.


• In the morning, they'll wake up with all of their memories intact, including memories of what they did Saturday.


• Memory loss is entirely defined by you. You do what works best for your character. It does not need to be consistent across characters.


• However, the bug does not create new memories. Your character will not think they're a different person unless some outside influence successfully convinces them. And they'd need to be, like, ridiculously gullible.


• Similarly, it does not take away skills, although your character may forget they have them. For instance, they might forget they can speak another language, but they still have the ability. No one will forget how to walk, talk, etc.


• If you have any questions or are uncertain about something you want to do,
  just ask the mods!

THE INFECTED

• Ferdinand Ayers
• Cameron Carney
• Avery Davenport
• Clem Decourt
• Bianca Dubois
• Calvin Evercreech
• Dimi Evercreech
• Marilyn Fairchild
• Leonardo Fiori
• Henrietta Gray
• Ennis Harper
• Ryan Hertz
• Cecil Honeychurch
• Casper Kim
• Levi Kramer
• Iliya Krum
• Sebastien Lacroix
• Jesse McBride
• Diego Morales
• Fern Mufferaw
• Antonia Papadakis
• Casey Patterson
• Veronica Powers
• Christopher Park
• Cricket Quayle
• Ulysses Quayle
• Rafael Ramirez
• Riley Stamper
• Rosy Stoker
• Sylvester Stoker
• Ivy Templeton
• Laurel Templeton
• Susana Velasquez
• Jonathan Wilde
• Solomon Webb
• Oscar Zabinsky

» symptoms set in: When the infected wake up, they feel a little off. Forgetful. Small details escape them. Their short and long term memories are spotty. By 11:30 AM it's clear it's yet another plague, and everyone is going to enjoy another classic Gooseberry Quarantine.

» the lodge: quarantine: It's not long before all the infected students are gathered up by staff, and everyone's in quarantine by 12 PM. Because the infection is really more of a mild magical curse, it's easy to tell who's got it and who doesn't with a quick detection spell.

• » the lodge: the infirmary: This is where Mufferaw would prefer you all be so he can keep an eye on you, but he can't entertain dozens of energetic teenagers in here.


• » the lodge: the atrium: A portion of the atrium has been cordoned off, and the amnesiacs can access the Wii, the TV and the ping-pong table. Their friends can come visit them, but there's always a teacher on guard to make sure no one picks on the forgetful kids.

» breakout: After several hours locked in the lodge, Rafael "Definitely Not a Prefect" Ramirez gets impatient enough to stage a breakout. He waits until Healer Mufferaw takes a break and is replaced by Ms. Whittle, and then sends a freshmen to go ask her what Star Trek is. After that, he leads a number of interested students to the sole balcony they have access to, and reveals there's a rarely used fire escape that leads down to the shore.

• If your character escapes: You have about 45 minutes of freedom before the teachers track everyone down again. Because no one's in their right mind, they won't give detention, but oh my god you're all so difficult.


• For our sanity and everyone's comfort, if you plan on having anything uniquely bad happen to your character, please privately run it by the mods first. And let's just say everyone's too busy scattering and running to get up to any accidental amnesia cheating, hm?

» the next morning: remembering: Everyone wakes up Sunday morning feeling a little bleary. All of their memories are back, as well as the memories of how they behaved yesterday.

» OOC - What's going on with your character: If you want, briefly describe OOC the state your character's in and what they forgot.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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SYMPTOMS SET IN

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Calvin & Cole

[colemoss]

Cole sleeps in late this morning, not because he and Calvin had attended the party at the Grotto (they'd come back to the cabin at a very reasonable hour) but because he'd stayed up half the night working on a painting with the brushes his boyfriend had given him for his birthday. The result is a chaotic swirl of colors and textures because of the unpredictable magical properties of the brushes, but it definitely gives the impression of an owl (as intended!) and has a strange beauty that he's very drawn to and very proud of. When he finally does get up, he pulls on a hoodie and some jeans before emerging from his bunk. He should probably shower before going out to breakfast (or lunch?) because the lingering smell of forest and alcohol and party is still clinging to him, but he wants to check with Calvin first.

He smiles faintly to himself when he sees that the other boy is still here and looking at something outside one of the cabin's front windows. He doesn't hesitate, but walks up behind him silently and slips his arms around his waist, hugging him from behind and leaning into him and resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. "Hi Calvin," he says warmly and a little blearily. He's still tired.

Coppertale Quidditch Practice

[cygninae]

Reid is scowling under the hood of his jacket as he and Sy arrive at practice. Normally it's Sy who has to kick Reid into gear and drag him out here, but not today. It was fifteen minutes before they had to be on the field when Reid finally asked "Don't we have practice?" like he didn't know all along and was hoping Sy forgot. But then he felt like an asshole. Sy would be pissed if anyone made fun of him for being late.

Reid unceremoniously dumps the gear he had to remind Sy they needed. "What the fuck, dude."

[OOC: Please feel free to post all hijinks taking place during Coppertale's practice under this header. No need to respond directly to Reid.]

Levi & Cecil

[choneychurch]

Cecil doesn't know why, but he wakes up feeling....very relaxed and very calm. After climbing out of bed, showering, and changing, he decides to walk down to the garden and take care of his beehive and takes no notice of the shiny blue badge sitting beside the clock on his nightstand. If he had seen it, he would've wondered what it was doing there, but it never even occurs to him to look. He whistles quietly for most of his walk, taking in the familiar sights of the campus and thinking about what he'll do today. He'll visit the bees and collect some fresh honey and then take most of it to the House Elves so it can be delivered to the Potions classes like usual. But...he thinks he'll also take a little for himself so he can go to the Magical Rudiments classroom and make some honey ginger baklava. He should be able to do all that before Levi's even up and then he can surprise him. He likes baklava.

He barely sees anyone in the time it takes him to accomplish all this (many people abandon their early riser habits on the weekend and especially after a Grotto party, but not Cecil Honeychurch!), but he doesn't mind. Especially when, after he leaves the Lodge at around 10 AM, he spots Levi practicing his flying above Jay Trail, performing nimble loops and daring dives in the almost-warm spring air. He watches him during the entire walk back and, once he's there, takes a seat in the grass outside of the campground so he can continue watching. He puts the small box of baklava he's carrying in his lap and continues to look on with awe and appreciation, even clapping and whistling and waving at his boyfriend from time to time. He really is incredible. In so many ways. It occurs to him that Levi really isn't supposed to be flying here, but he's having so much fun and if the prefects don't notice, well...he won't say anything to them. He hasn't seen Quinn or Jesse anywhere, so it'll probably be fine.

BREAKFAST: Ravi & Diego

[knightly]

More than ever, Ravi welcomes Saturdays. He enjoys the routine of his classes and clubs, but there's something to be said for being able to laze around for a few hours in the morning, with nothing to worry about except which of his new books he'll delve into. The closer they get to graduation, the more he appreciates an opportunity to relax.

(His acceptance letters sit in a vintage teak box on his desk, all neatly folded and stacked. He knows he needs to make a decision soon, but for this morning, Ravi's forcing himself not to think about it.)

But part of Ravi's routine is the same no matter what day it is—his favourite part of the morning, if he's honest. Ravi grabs his tray of food and heads for their usual spot, where Diego is already sitting and poring over a notebook. "Good morning, Diego," Ravi says, setting his breakfast tray down as he takes a seat beside him. "You're not hungover, are you?"

Junior Ebonboys

[ulixes]

Ulysses' body only seems to have two settings: "4am insomnia" or "Well, maybe he'll be up for lunch." Today, it seems to have chosen the latter. It must be about 10am when he finally opens his eyes — birds are chirping outside and a stream of dusty sunlight is pouring in from the window — but if there's some reason to be out of bed, it's not coming to him now. He rolls over and stretches lazily, like a napping cat, and closes his eyes again, ready to drift back off to sleep.

And then he freezes. He's in his bed, he knows. It's morning, he knows. This is normal, he knows — except... is it? Everything feels fine, but as the sleep-fog clears from his brain, Ulysses realises something odd. Something very odd. He has no idea where he is.

Huh. Maybe... huh. Cautiously, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and, detecting nothing particularly amiss, hops to the ground, bypassing the ladder entirely to land with a practiced thump. He doesn't see anyone else at first glance, not that he's looking particularly hard, but if this is his bedroom at home, well, let's just say it would have been an odd decorating choice. It's pretty clear he's in a dormitory of some kind. There seem to be several lofts like his: five, actually, each cordoned off for a little privacy.

Curiosity flaring, he pads over to one of the other bunks and throws open the curtain.

Dimi Forgets

[evercretin]

Splitting headache notwithstanding, Dimi feels fantastic when he leaves the cabin for breakfast at the lodge. A bit giddy, even. It’s a hike in the rain, and part of him thinks he should just go back to bed and sleep this hangover off, but hangovers and dreary weather don’t stop Gryffindors Coppertales. No sir. His stroll takes him past the Ornery Oak Whomping...Willow? He stops to stare for a moment. Something doesn’t feel right. Squinting, he rubs his temples. This is one hell of a headache.

Breakfast. That’s what he was doing.

Dimi wanders up the path toward the castle lodge. He shuts his eyes and pulls the hood of his jacket up over his head. A cool breeze blows around him. The air smells strange. Why does he even have a headache? What was he so happy about? Something about a girl? His feet drag to a stop. The birds don’t sound right.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s standing before a massive building he does not recognize. Dimi’s blue eyes go wide. That is not the castle. "Merlin!" He turns a complete circle, looking for his friends. For any familiar faces. "Ro? Erin?"

Ebonhide Quidditch Practice.

[ninjaleo]

Leo's feet carry him to Quidditch practice, the same way they have for nearly four years. Half an hour earlier than everyone else, without fail. He's tired. Someday, he'll remember that playing quidpong is never, never a good idea, even if he doesn't have a game that weekend. This is not his day to remember much.
By the time he gets to the pitch, Leo has to check his playbook to see exactly what they're practicing today. The shorthand he's used all year is mysterious, though, and he's not sure whether "OPERATION BIRD" means his focus on helping Dahlia catch the snitch or something to do with Nate. He doesn't remember taking these notes in the first place. Why are there so many?

Before anyone else gets there, Leo's already given up and started just to fly around the pitch in loops. The higher in the air he gets, the less he minds any of the plans he's not following through on.

Avery & OPEN!

[un_kept]

Oh my God. Avery was more hung over than she had ever felt in her life. She had no idea how she was going to get through practice - and she silently resolved to stop judging the others who showed up a little less chipper because they had drank. If this was a hangover, she'd likely give them the damn day off next time. Groaning, she made her way to the Atrium. Her cabin was too small, warm, and stuffy for her at the moment - she already felt like she was sweating bullets and had thrown up almost immediately upon waking up. Was she sick? Or was this all just hangover? She hoped it was all just hang-over.

Taking up a spot on one of the couches in the Atrium, Avery set her journal and her notes down and went over them. She had a couple things after the last practice and match she'd wanted to go over with her team, as well as really getting a feel for whether or not they wanted to join up with Azurecrest in the quest to defeat Ebonhide and Coppertale. If they wanted to do it, they were going to pair up. Holden could really learn from Etta, and she was sure her chasers could help Azurecrest's. If they scored just a bit more against Ebonhide and Coppertale, Etta would get the snitch and they would win for sure. If Holden could get the snitch and Avery was on her game, no one was getting many points out of Ribbonfin. It was like the perfect alliance.

She was knee-deep in notes when something strange started to happen. The words became meaningless as she stared at them. Feeling just tired, Avery sits back up and sets her pen down, rubbing her eyes. Everything felt so foggy, she really just had no idea what was going on and then - rather quickly (or so it felt) she just... forgot. Everything. Her own name, where she came from, her friends, who she was, her family, what this place was. Looking around her, panicked, Avery stood up quickly at the hustle and bustle, her eyes going wide. Where the hell was she? Like a deer in headlights, she stood absolutely frozen and looking completely terrified.

Bash has a minor crisis. As usual. (Open)

[professionalcorpse]

It's Saturday. Of that much, Guppy is absolutely certain. And on Saturdays, as a general rule, a person is allowed to remain sprawled like a starfish on top of the most conveniently located horizontal surface available to them until such a time that something downstairs explodes/another small human being lands on the center of their chest/they awaken from natural causes.

This particular Saturday happens to be a natural causes sort of Saturday and his lazy move to pluck at the neck of his t-shirt encounters something warm and fuzzy and largely unexpected. He makes a strangled noise and skitters sideways, tangling himself in the sheets and falling straight off the edge of the bed in a ungraceful heap - the kitten, for her troubles, jumps about a foot straight into the air. (Which, whoa, impressive. Or, rather, would've been impressive if his face hadn't been very busy making acquaintance with the wooden flooring panels.)

What the - No. Where the fuck -

He rolls himself over with a groan and nice. There's a semi-decent view through the window from his current position. It is a view of trees. More trees than people are often led to believe by the highly misleading title of Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Which, yeah. A tree does. But significantly less trees than that.

Holy shit, he is at Rich Kid School. Rich Kid School, surrounded by trees. How did - No. No, wait. Of course he's at Rich Kid School. He got a Poor, Smart Kid Scholarship. His momma is very proud of him and he has roommates that aren't biologically related to him. There are a disproportionate amount of trees to human beings here and the air smells like an advertisement for Pine Sol or maybe something legitimately fresh and clean, but this is totally fine.

That happened when? Last week? Right? Yes? No. (Possibly?)

A glance at his arm reveals messy block letters informing him: rounds tomorrow, find gabi at breakfast. Fuck, he definitely missed breakfast. Who the fuck is Gabi? Why is he 'Memento' tattooing himself about circles? Multiple circles? Who's cat is in his bed? (If it belongs to one of his roommates, are they going to be mad at him for sleeping with it? In a very literal and not at all - Huh. When did he get this shirt?)

He peeks up over the edge of the bed. The kitten peers back at him, cleaning it's face and looking offended.

"M'sorry?" he squeaks, reaching a set of fingers backward to rub at the back of his head, not so subtly checking for injuries and even less subtly smashing his hair back down against his skull. (It's longer than it was yesterday. Like - it was definitely shaved yesterday? Holy shit. What the actual fuck. This is 'Memento.' He may or may not have killed his wife with insulin shots. He also may or may not have stolen someone's cat. What the fuck.)

Chris & Ty

[tyhawkeswood]

Skipping the Grotto party last night means that Ty didn't drink much and that he's even more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed than the average squirrel come Saturday morning! It also means that he didn't get exposed to a certain magical, amnesia-inducing virus, but that isn't something he's come to realize just yet. He's decided to make his way to breakfast in his Animagus form, merrily jumping from tree to tree along the trail. He'll probably be exhausted by the time he gets to the Lodge and he'll have earned as terrible a breakfast as he wants for his efforts, but for now he's just having fun!

Eventually, he spies Chris walking on the path below and a happy little chitter escapes him. Feeling bold and mischievous, he picks up his pace to gain some momentum and takes a leap onto his friend's shoulder. Hi Chris!

A Slight Case(y) of Forgetfulness

[sunsoutgunsout]

Casey woke up feeling fucking awesome! He didn't have a hangover (book club privileges~) and, being SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD NOW, he felt like he should do shit. Like, adult shit or whatever, because he's an adult. He's gonna BLOW MINDS with how fuckin' AWESOME he is today at BEING AN ADULT.

First order of business: wowing Rafael and his other barre students. Casey hustles to the lodge as soon as curfew lifts and sets up as much as he can manage before the others arrive. Class is, like, okay (he's stumbling more than he wants to and it makes him angry but he's not about to show weakness). Then he helps clean up after class. SICK.

His brain starts to feel... fuzzy? on the walk back. Like he's still drunk? But he took that potion Addy made. She knows her Potions shit. Did she fuck it up? Or worse, did she fuck it up deliberately?

By the time Casey returns to Coppertale, the muggy rain has plastered his shirt to his body and it's sooo uncomfortable. So he takes it off. But, like... what? When did his pecs become so defined? And when did he ACTUALLY get a six-pack? He worked on it all summer, but last night he was still in that in-between weird sinewy pupa stage of puber–WHOA.
HOLD.
THE.
FUCKING.
SHOW.
Casey flexes his left arm. He marvels at it. Look. At. Those. Mother. Fuckin'. GUNS. ... ... ... What about his right arm? (He checks.) FUCKIN' A!!!!!!

After a few more tests of his sick new physique, he resolves to find people on the journals to tell because they're gonna be so fuckin' impressed by his hot new bod, holy fuckin' shit.

Confused Goofasses at the Ornery Oak

[sheepish]

Ennis... has no fucking clue what's going on, but he doesn't mind it. Someone started drawing a map and he's already learned a lot from this helpful fellow: for one, he knows that his name is Harper. Ennis Harper, though Ennis may be some sort of title.

The "GOOSEBERRY HIGH" oversized shirt he woke up in isn't referencing a hallucinogenic fruit. It's the name of this small Wizarding village that also shares a name with a school here. He may have already been inside the school house when he trailed behind a group of people into a large building this morning and followed their lead to acquire food. He recalls a lot of rooms there and too many people for it to be someone's home.

Maybe this whole town is also a school? It's been a very educational experience so far. He hopes to find out more from these people who seemed to recognize him over the journals. ... If they haven't mistaken him for the wrong person, that is.

Approaching his Senior year now, Ennis looks a fair bit different from his awkward in-between stage at Hogwarts and the weird little pupa he started out as before puberty hit him like a sack of bricks. His floppy blonde hair is pushed back and out of his face, there's a bit of scruff along his jaw, and his black-framed glasses already have a smudge on them. It's hard to tell if he's going for effortlessly cool or just lazy. It looks like he just rolled out of bed and put some jeans on. Because he definitely just rolled out of bed and put some jeans on.

Ennis isn't sure what these people look like except that one of them has pink hair, so he just stands near-ish to the irate oak and looks from his journal, to the path, and back to his journal to read the flurry of responses filling up his page. Isn't that just neat??

Vee & Jeremy

[cheerpowers]

It was a great day, honestly. Normally, her mornings after Grotto parties are quite rough, and admittedly she was a little worse for wear on her way to cheer practice. However, nothing quite wakes a girl up, even a hungover girl, like being tossed in the air and caught before jumping and flipping and dancing. Really, it's one of the best hangover cures. Especially after a good run around in fox form to follow it up. For a Saturday, she's off to a great start. So much so that she hasn't thought about Jeremy once all morning, which means she hasn't been sad all morning.

But now that she thinks about it, she actually does want to think about Jeremy. And maybe see Jeremy. It used to be a routine during their time together, both off and on, especially on Saturdays when there were a few hours of free time they could squeeze in. Changing back into herself, she decides a trip to Ribbonfin camp is necessary to complete this great morning. She may not look as pristine as normal, having just come from practice, but it's not like Jeremy hasn't seen her in various states before. She's humming a little as she walks, smiling to herself even though her stomach is literally about to eat itself. Drinking always leaves her ravenous the next day, and practice just makes it worse.

After writing a quick ward to him on the journals, she rocks back on her toes as she waits, wishing she'd brought some sort of snack. Though her intention in coming to visit wasn't about the food before she started thinking about it.

Quinn & Jesse

[quinning]

There's a sharp knock knock knock on the senior boys' dorm and Quinn takes a step back, wary to seem too friendly when Jesse opens the door. If Jesse opens the door. If he hadn't written his last message to her and fled into the forest, afraid that she was actually going to... kidnap him, or something.

This is exactly how she wants to spend her Saturday: rounding up dazed and confused students like hyperactive pre-schoolers who get scattered at the fair—an experience she already knows all too well. She slides her Blue Jays cap backwards with a huff.

At least she's not hung over?

Fern + Open

[nothalfplaid]

It takes a good while for anyone to really realize that Fern is affected. When she wakes up, she remembers her name, her roommates' names, where the Lodge is. If she seems, well, friendlier, more open and inviting, perhaps she's just having a good day?

Until some tells one of the amnesiac patients that they need to see Healer Mufferaw. "Mufferaw. Am I related to him?" Fern pipes up, and for once, doesn't sound at all sarcastic.

Ana & Jeffy

[pintsizedsass]

After heading to what she's since learned is the Quidditch pitch, mostly because she has a reminder on her mirror about being at the pitch on time, what she sees there is enough to scare Ana senseless. Flying. Metal balls being hurled at people. People miles in the air while this is taking place. Ana's wide eyes never left the sky, taking particular care to study the strange (and vaguely torture-esque) rings positioned on either end of the fields, until she finally decided she was out. So much out. The person who urged her to get on a broom was clearly trying to end her life.

Maybe he was in league with Brother.

Jeffy's comments on her entry are not in any way reassuring, but she knows Jeffy. He's nice. He's fun. He is a good dancer. And while the other girl was also nice, Ana doesn't really know who she is in any real way outside a name, and plus she was at the practice. Jeffy is clearly the safer choice. Without really knowing why, she places Titania into the pocket of her hoodie that she modified to have velcro edges so the kitten can poke her head out while they walk and heads to meet him. She's half afraid people on brooms are going to ambush her, mostly because he seems really into quidditch, but largely she's just glad to not be fixating on how crazy every is at the moment.

Etta (OPEN if anyone wants to bump into her on her way to the lodge)

[unregrettable]

Etta wakes up with a splitting headache. Carefully, trying not to move any more than she has to, she feels around under her pillow and her hand closes around a small vial. Raising herself up slightly, she removes the cork from the vial and swallows the hangover remedy potion she had the foresight to source in advance. But she can't remember why it was so important for her to be alert and active today, so she shrugs and lies back down again, falling asleep within moments.

A few hours later, Etta rolls over and decides it's probably a good idea to get up and get something to eat. It must be nearly lunch by now. As she's getting dressed, something shiny catches her eye, and she plucks a small blue badge off the top of her Hermeticism homework. The badge says CAPTAIN on it. Etta snorts with laughter. Last night is... more than a little hazy... but she distinctly remembers sucking at beer pong. Maybe she's the Captain of Kissing? She could roll with that.

Sadly, it's more likely this badge belongs to someone else, so she jots a quick message in her journal just in case anyone wants to claim it.

THE LODGE: QUARANTINE

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THE LODGE: THE INFIRMARY

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THE LODGE: THE ATRIUM

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BREAKOUT

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Avery + VOLUNTEER

[un_kept]

She still had no idea what was going on. It was hours later and nothing, not a single thing was coming back to her. They told her her name (Avery, apparently, which she was pleased with. It was a nice name) and some people filled her in on little things she should know, some big things she should know, but she felt no connection to those stories at all. She didn't believe any of them. They could all be lying to her. Maybe this was some sick kind of institution that experimented on teenagers. She was pretty sure they were all teenagers, they looked young enough and if they were trying to pass this off as some kind of wizarding high school, they must be teens. Still, none of it resonated. She was just as terrified as ever.

So when there was a sudden upsurge of commotion and it became obvious this was a break out, Avery didn't hesitate. Her reflexes were quick and sharp (how did they get that way?) and she was up and out of the Atrium within a few seconds, following quickly behind the other students. She didn't care where they were going - and she was only briefly slowed by what it was like outside. Like a campground. How the hell had a school at a campground? This must be some kind of torture facility. She spotted trees in the distance and headed towards them, racing into the trees. Tripping, the so-called wand fell out of her pocket and onto the ground. She had no idea why it was still there. Magic wasn't real, was it? But somewhere in her mind, the things she had learned like how to fly, how to cast certain spells, that was still there. Knowledge and skill she had acquired. She just didn't trust those memories.

Footsteps sounded behind her and without even thinking, in pure fight-or-flight mode, Avery grabbed the wand and pointed it in the direction she thought the sound had come from, briefly catching glimpse of someone who said they were a teacher before --
"Protego!" The words practically flew out of her mouth, half-screamed in a fight with herself. How stupid, what did she think was going to happen? But a large.. well, shield flew from the tip of that wand and the rustling stopped. She didn't see who was there or if it even hit the person.

But no one was coming, and Avery stood back up and darted through the woods again, stopping briefly a little bit later and hiding behind some kind of rock/fallen tree/whatever combination as she glanced at her ankle. She must have sprained it or something when she fell. Needing a minute, she tucks herself behind there and hides.

THE NEXT MORNING: REMEMBERING

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Avery

[un_kept]

When Avery wakes up tomorrow, you guys, she is going to have some words for you.

OOC - WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOUR CHARACTER

[goosemods]

Leo and Ferdinand; the thesis. I'm sorry.

[ninjaleo]

HELLO OKAY.
So I needed to struggle through this real quick before I Actually Wrote Anything because memory is a complex and dangerous thing, ok. I'm sorry, it's long, I write essays.

I am imagining Leo's memory loss as kind of a faulty wipe like he was an active in Dollhouse? (Yes, my nerd is showing and no I DON'T CARE.) He will have 0 memories of who he is, why he is the way he is, and will not be able to control such things as his accent, his presentation as a Very Serious Person, his blind ambition will be less focused and more just...ambition. He WILL, however, still retain imprinted relationships (will still love Rafael, will still adore his team, will still remember who his friends are, will probably actually be more vocal re: admiration and opinions of other people.) His core personality will not change and will actually be more on display, because he can't mute it or sublimate it anymore. So long story short, today Leo is ambitious without a cause, not hidden about being willing to break rules to get what he wants, may tell you how he feels about you, finally. There just won't be any reasons for it. YAY!

And then Ferdie I am doing this to break into his head and break down some of the many walls (he has too many walls to even PLAY sometimes, so that was dumb of me,) that he has put up. So I will be more specific carving into his headbrain. He will remember he's from Chicago. He will not remember his mother is Irene Ayers, MACUSA SPY. He will remember he is a prefect, but pretty much that's a good thing in his life, so that's ok. He will not remember the reason he's been so hesitant to talk to his classmates in the past (reason: he was insanely sheltered! He didn't really know how!) He will remember that he likes talking to people, that he's not bad at it, and I am going to Make a Real Effort to get him out there and do so this time. So if you want a more outgoing Ferdie in your direction please let me knooow.

OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Re: OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

[quinning]

today's terrible theme song i'm so sorry