meme; amnesia

[see_the_stars]

  THE AMNESIA MEME

Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???
4. PROFIT.

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ...whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into...something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now--that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

Comments

Not quite the meme, but have an Amnesiac!Spock starter in the SW universe.

[complex_trajectories]

Upon stepping off the transport, he decides that this world is preferrable to the last. The weather is to his taste (apparently)--both arid and hot--and the bustling crowds in the space-port are largely comprised of humans. He's uncertain why, but there's a distinct familiarity to humanity, he has a deep-seated and, as far as he is aware, unfounded impression that he can trust them as a species. It is a sense that does not extend to the majority of sentient creatures he encounters and, as such, he's decided that it is wisest to heed it.

That he is similar enough in appearance to human to be mistaken for one is, shockingly, not a major contributing factor in his preference for them.

It is midday at current. He considers the bazaar, the stalls and alleys, and locates his target. He moves with careful precision through the crowd until he arrives at the nearest tavern.

Humanity operates in distinctive, repeating patterns, a feature that is invaluable to his current search. Information brokers of all sorts tend to occupy a criminal space. The most common intersection with the civilian is, perpetually, a bar. This one is cleanlier than most and it does not appear to be favored by the local authorities ergo: it has promise.

"Pardon me," he begins upon approaching the bar. The being behind it appeared human at a distance but has nictictating membranes. Unfortunate. Still, as he has their attention it is worth the effort to inquire about his quest.

"I am looking for someone and it is gravely important that I find them," he explains and reaches into his dark coat. He pulls out a pendant--the body of it is circular, golden, with a platinum arrow extending toward a hollow center. He displays the flattened reverse for the bartender, upon which is an entirely alien script.

Thus far, he has encountered no one familiar with it apart from himself. The bartender scrutinizes it and shrugs, signalling that this interaction will be no different.

"I am looking for Michael Burnham," he explains and the name doesn't inspire a look of recognition. Doubly unfortunate. He returns the pendant to his breast pocket and takes a seat at the bar. His bag is light and he drops it at his feet. "Very well, then may I order? Any variety of tea and a meal ration, if you would."

He withdraws a heavy purse from a different pocket, sets it on the bar with a heavy thunk, and pays the bartender accordingly. After which, he is left alone with only his thoughts, as is often the case. Fortunately, he has exceptional hearing and, while he sits, he listens to the conversations throughout the room. If there is an information broker operating in this building, he will know about them shortly.