gooseberryhigh | AMNESIA BUG

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AMNESIA BUG

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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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.

Levi wakes up to an unexpected 8AM alarm with the message, "BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND PRACTICE QUIDDITCH, FUCKFACE, THERE'S A GAME TOMORROW," yelling at him in his own voice. He doesn't remember recording that message, and he definitely doesn't remember there being a game tomorrow, but the urgency in his tone is enough to scare him wide awake to do as commanded. When he pulls back his curtains and slides from his bunk, though, he notices something... off? A lot of somethings off. The decor of the room isn't how he remembers, but he can still recognize his roommates' bunks by their own personal style.

That's one really elaborate prank to welcome the new guy. Fuckin' nice. He laughs aloud and grabs his shower caddy to head to the bathroom. Oh, it's right across from the cabin now? -- Wait a fucking second, did they swap cabins with the Seniors for this? That's REALLY elaborate. NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE.

Only when he looks into the bathroom mirror and finds an older, more handsome, more pierced version of himself staring back at him does he realize that maybe this isn't a prank after all. He's heard weird shit happens at Gooseberry, but this takes the cake. After a moment of staring at his reflection, he takes a step back, opens the front of his bath robe, and stares some more.

"NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE!" echoes off the tiled walls.

There's only one thing to do with a HOT BOD like this one. Impress people into liking him.

---

Senior Levi doesn't give a fuck about the rules. Senior Levi is 2cool4skool and does flips and shit all up and down Jay Trail where he knows people will see him. The stunts he's been practicing for years somehow seem like second nature to him now. He feels like a Quidditch God. TODAY IS HIS DAY!!

The clapping and whistling is exactly the reaction he wanted and he looks down to wave back to the figure below. Oh! It's his cute-ass behemoth of a roommate. Even better. He adds a flirty little waggle of his fingers to his wave before executing a series of flashy aerobatic moves for the sole purpose of showboating. Finally, he lands a few feet in front of Cecil to bask in his praise, making sure to lean casually against his propped up broom and flash his most charming smile.

"Impressed?"

Cecil beams at Levi as he lands a short distance away and dismounts his broom, obviously and openly impressed. He's always been impressed by his boyfriend's abilities in the air, but that appreciation has always been undercut by a crippling fear of heights. This fear often made such feats difficult for him to watch because, at times, he could feel dizzy or neauseaus or completely paralyzed or very genuinely afraid just from watching. But not today. Because the memory that had been the root of that fear has disappeared from his mind and taken everything along with it.

This leaves Cecil able to answer very warmly and very earnestly, "Amazed! I couldn't take my eyes off of you, Levi."

Levi's smile widens into a rakish grin. He feels like he's gotten away with something he shouldn't have because he totally has Honeychurch charmed. Only a few weeks ago, this boy's face would have turned tomato red at that inquiry and now-- now he was looking up at Levi, totally smitten.

Or... was it only a few weeks ago? Levi takes a good look at Cecil; his face is more angular, his shoulders are broader, he has a rebellious single earring, he's a TOTALLY HOT SENIOR BOY, and-- God fucking damn it, he'd better not still be taller than him. But did that mean that Cecil was part of the age prank too? Or did Levi time travel overnight??

He's been staring and Levi tries to play it cool with a suave, "I can't take my eyes off of you, Honeybee," before offering out a hand to help him up. He wants to see how their heights compare.

This earns a soft laugh and a faint but still pleasantly visible blush from Cecil; he's heard Levi say things like that a hundred times, but...it's still sweet. And still embarrassing. Especially after the other boy has been staring at him for several inexplicable moments. He shifts the small box he's holding into one hand and accepts the offer of help with the other, allowing Levi to pull him up and onto his feet. Where he, unfortunately, stands six feet and four inches tall; one inch taller than the other boy. Not that he's aware that they're back to measuring height.

He thanks his boyfriend warmly for helping him up, then tips open the lid of the box and holds it out to him with a smile. "I spent this morning in the Magical Rudiments classroom. If you want a reward for all your hard work...and for being a gentleman?"

Levi finds himself standing up as straight as he can, shoulders back, chin up, but he's immediately distracted by the box and returns to his usual posture as he eyeballs the pastries inside. He gets first dibs? He gets first dibs.

Cecil is totally giving him special treatment. Cecil totally has a BIG FAT CRUSH on him. And if this is Cecil from the Future, his baking's gotta be wayyyy better than Cecil from the Present. But...

"My hands are gross, I don't want to touch it or I'll get them gross too," he states softly after a moment of pause, looking genuinely discouraged by this. He has his Quidditch leathers on and his hands are encased in gloves; he knows they're sweaty and dirty beneath. "Can I, like, get one on a napkin and hide it in my desk before the others get to it? 'Cause I totally want one, they look perfect."

Cecil doesn't fly himself and hadn't considered this possible dilemma before opening the box. He glances down at Levi's gloved hands, smiles sheepishly in acknowledgment, and closes the box again. "Good call. Don't worry. I won't say anything until you get back and have some," he reassuress the other boy warmly, then teases him with a phrase that he's heard him use quite a few times, "First dibs. I promise."

He looks at Levi's hands again, then at the broom, and then briefly up into the sky where his boyfriend had been just a moment before with an exhilarated little sigh. "You really are amazing, you know?" He pauses, then asks, "Do you think you'll practice some more?"

Not only first dibs, but reserved first dibs. Holy shit. This is too much. Levi dramatically clasps a hand over his heart and stumbles a step back for show.

"Well, shit, I'll practice all damn day for you, if you like it so much." He flings his arm back to point toward the sky, "What stunts do you wanna see? ... Or--" His finger curls back inward and he lowers his arm as he comes up with an even cleverer plan. It was his signature move he used on the boys at Ilvermorny, and Cecil wasn't there to witness his oldest trick. "Have you ever flown before, Cecil?" He playfully leans forward, tilting his head to the side, "I could show you. I'll be right there with you, so I promise it'll be safe."

The pantomime earns another soft laugh and another warm look from Cecil as he raises his eyebrows and suggests, "Let me guess: 'Your fucking heart'?" The offer, though, makes him pause and he fidgets with the box he's holding. He knows how to fly, but he's never spent much time practicing (he doesn't know why, really, but doesn't dwell on the fact now) and he isn't very good and the idea of learning from Levi is both exciting and a little embarrassing.

He glances up at the strangely welcoming sky and then back at his boyfriend, beginning to blush. "I do. But I'm not very good. I don't think I've even tried since middle school," he admits, sounding like he's about to reject the offer, but then adding, "Will you promise not to laugh and not to let me fall or do I only get one?"

Ho boy! A Certified Good Boy like Cecil using such rude language really does something for him. He's learning new things about himself and about Cecil. And he's lovin' it. Still, part of him wonders how close he and Cecil are as seniors if the other boy picked that phrasing up from him and knew the dramatic gesture well enough to call it out. How many times has Future Levi used this on him?

Oh, Future Levi, you scamp. Couldn't keep your eyes off your prefect after all, huh?

"It's one or the other, sorry," he teases, playing along, "I don't make the rules... But--" He looks around conspiratorially before cupping his hand to the side of his mouth and stage-whispering, "I'll bend the rules just for you. But only if you can sweeten the pot and promise me two of those pastry-things."

Cecil's smile widens momentarily into a soft grin and he nods in agreement, just as if he wouldn't have given Levi as many pieces of baklava as he wanted and just like Levi didn't already know that. He cups his own hand by the side of his own mouth before whispering back playfully, "Deal."

Considering, he then moves to put the box down on the ground and removes his wand from his coat's inner pocket. He casts a few charms on the box: to keep the lid closed and to fix the box to that spot and to seal any gaps in the cardbord that might make the treats accessible to the little creatures in the grass. If he's going to leave it here and go flying with Levi, he doesn't want anything to happen to it. Fortunately, these are all simple and the job doesn't take him long. Then he looks back at his boyfriend with hints of genuine excitement and eagerness beginning to show in his face. "Okay. I'm all yours. Teach me?"

He doesn't know why he hasn't asked Levi to teach him before, but he's glad the boy offered and clearly prepared to be a dutiful student.

While Cecil works to seal his pastry box, Levi waves his wand over the length of his broom to expand the cushioning charm placed on it so that it will comfortably seat the both of them. Although with two giants, it will still be a bit cramped.

He tucks his wand back into an inner pocket sewn into his Quidditch robe and steps closer to Cecil, lightly resting his hand against the small of his prefect's back as he watches him finish his charms on the box. He feels like he's getting away with something and Cecil's comment that he's all his only emboldens the little shit. His touch becomes more sure and he slides that hand to his waist as he holds the broom out in front of Cecil.

"You first, Honeybee. I'll sit right behind you." This was probably dangerous, but whatever. He's done dumber shit to impress boys. He's not totally sure of the school rules yet but Cecil's a prefect, so it's probably fine. "We'll stay low to start until you get the hang of it."

The gentle touch of Levi's hand against his back seems to reassure Cecil more than anything, prompting him to smile softly at the other boy and step a little closer to him before he even lifts the broom. He has no idea if this is dangerous, but he trusts that Levi does and that Levi wouldn't ask him to do anything dangerous, so he nods and dutifully mounts the broom. Then he looks at his boyfriend over his shoulder, teasing softly, "Okay. I hope you don't get too bored back there."

Then he looks forward again, waiting for Levi to join him and slip his arms around his waist and give him the go-ahead. He pulls in a small steadying breath.

Levi swings a leg over the side and takes a seat behind him, sliding up as close as he can to the other boy and looping his arms around his middle. Cecil's much larger than any of the other boys he's given these lessons to and it doesn't have quite the same swoon-worthy effect when he can't protectively envelop him and it feels more like he's jet-packing him, but Levi can work with it.

"Oh, I won't," he impishly replies, resting his chin on Cecil's broad shoulder to see over him. Oh, wow, and he even smells good. "Is this okay? When you're ready, just push off."

Cecil blushes faintly and smiles to himself, both because he likes the feeling of Levi pressed close with his arms around him and because it's bit ridiculous that he's blushing at something like this. After all, the two of them have been in far more intimate situations. But...this is different and it feels special for a reason he can't quite put his finger on. "This is perfect," he assures the other boy, touching his hand briefly before focusing on task in front of him.

Carefully, he pushes off, sending the broom a few feet up into the air and into a leisurely glide. It's like Levi said: start slow. While he has done this before, he's out of practice, and the broom wobbles a little before he manages to steady it.

Ohoho, it's not just okay, it's perfect!!! That, and the brief yet intimate touch to his hand confirms his Big Fat Crush theory but also raises the question: is there something more going on here? The Cecil he knows is shy, and Levi likes shy, and this Cecil is also blushing, but there seems to be no reluctance or bashful uncertainty behind his more tender gestures.

What is their relationship?

Before he can ponder further, the broom begins to wobble and he breaks their "deal" as a chuckle slips from him. Oh well. He uses it as an excuse to hug him tighter.

"That's totally normal when you're getting the hang of it. You're doing good," he tries to reassure him, then offers, "Try not to focus on the broom and how strange it feels, or you'll want to overcompensate to correct the motions. Instead, try focusing on a fixed point as your destination." He lifts a hand and points toward a cluster of trees up the path. "Keep your eye focused on those trees, and lean forward slightly when you want to pick up speed."

Edited 2017-04-12 06:05 (UTC)

Hearing the light laugh from behind him, Cecil's blush deepens but he's still smiling as he calls back a playful accusation, "Liar!" Still, that doesn't change the fact that he's beaming, because he's flying for the first time in years and because following his boyfriend's advice (shifting his focus from the broom to the distant trees) steadies them almost immediately. It's all exhilarating. He hesitates for several moments, then leans forward a little, prompting the broom to move more swiftly through the air. Even if they're still not very far off the ground.

The accusation only causes more laughter to bubble from him and he sing-songs a very unapologetic, "So-rry~!" in response.

Levi leans forward as Cecil does, resting his chin on his back now as he beams at the sight ahead. "Yes! Yes!! You're getting it!" he cheers, "You can pull up slightly on the handle and upright yourself whenever you wanna to stop. Make sure you have your feet down to touch the ground for the landing."

Cecil can't help laughing too and he calls back cheerfully, with obvious affection, "No you're not!"

He acknowledges that he's heard the instructions about how to slow down and how to land with a small nod. But he isn't actually ready to do either. Emboldened by Levi's presence and encouragement, he instead asks, "Can we go higher first? Just a little?" His heart is starting to beat very hard now and there's an eager quality to his voice at the prospect. He really can't imagine why he's put this off for so long.

"We can do anything your heart desires," he tells him, upping the stakes by making an obvious pass at him now. There's some undeniable chemistry going on here that Levi just can't deny. If he swaps bodies and timelines back with Future Levi any time soon, he considers this doing his future self a favor. Cecil Honeychurch is top-tier and passing up an opportunity to smooch him when he's clearly open to be smooched should be a crime.

"Lean with the broom and guide it upward until you reach the height you like, then level it again. Remember to focus on a fixed point~!"

Cecil blushes more deeply at that and has to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder at Levi. Instead, he follows this advice, gradually guiding the broom higher and taking on more speed. The lesson goes on like this for a while, with the pair exchanging banter as Levi gives instructions and Cecil does as he's told as well as he can. Gradually, he stops overthinking everything and the pair get high enough to touch the tops of the tall trees and move quickly enough not to completely bore an experienced Quidditch player. It's quite a morning! At least for Cecil.

Eventually, though, it's time to land. Cecil manages this fairly smoothly, slowing the broom and drifting down and catching them both on legs that have gone a little rubbery. He stumbles, steadies, and looks back at Levi, laughing brightly and breathlessly, "Well....we made it!"

Levi lowers his legs to try to help with the landing and braces Cecil as he stumbles. "Weak in the knees already?" he teases flirtatiously as he rests his chin on his shoulder again, arms still wrapped around the other boy despite their feet being firmly planted on the ground now. Levi thinks he's being so smooth, especially when he turns his head to murmur into Cecil's ear. "You are, without a doubt, the best student I've ever had."

Finally, he loosens his grip and swings a leg over to dismount before offering out a hand to ""help"" Cecil with his balance. "Such a quick learner," he continues to praise, "So handsome, too. Are you doing anything after this?"

Cecil doesn't mind the teasing and he definitely doesn't mind the entirely unnecessary embrace or the fact that he can feel Levi's breath as he whispers into his ear. Though, the latter does deepen the color in his cheeks. "That can't possibly be true," he returns quietly, simultaneously embarrassed and amused and charmed by his flirt of a boyfriend.

When Levi climbs off the broom, he follows and takes the other boy's hand, continuing to hold it even once he's back on his feet. He squeezes it fondly, but can't reply immediately under this barrage of compliments. Instead, he looks away and shakes his head. Then, grateful for the question, he lifts his eyes again and reaches for Levi's other hand and smiles. "Well," he says playfully, "Apart from thanking you? ...I was hoping that you might have some time before practice. Just to go back to the cabin for a while. Relax, talk about what a wonderful teacher you are, see Uric? I don't know. Just spend some time together."

Oh, right, practice. Wait-- Who the fuck is Uric? Did they get a new roommate? Is that an exchange student? Why does Cecil want them to see him? Senior Levi should know these answers and he has enough sense not to ask and blow his cover. Uric is probably not Cecil's boyfriend or else they wouldn't be holding hands like this. Unless there's some poly thing going on, but that doesn't really seem Cecil's style. Maybe. Probably.

... Or, more likely, Cecil's just not picking up what he's putting down. He's gotta be more direct! Levi locks eyes with Cecil as he brings his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles. "I have all the time for you before practice." -- Shit, what time is that scheduled this year? WHATEVER, he'll figure it out later!-- "But I was hoping you might want to spend it with me... alone?"

This prompts a soft but genuinely surprised and genuinely amused laugh from Cecil. "I didn't realize the cat would cramp your style," he says, his tone warm but just a little shy because he's beginning to wonder just what Levi actually has in mind. But he's not unwilling. He moves to press a kiss, gentle but nevertheless eager, to the other boy's lips and asks quietly as he draws back, "What were you thinking, then?"

Edited 2017-04-14 12:37 (UTC)

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