capeandcowllogs | i was on my way to work when i realized i'm wasted

i was on my way to work when i realized i'm wasted

WHO: A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE
WHERE: Here, there, everywhere.
WHEN: Anytime from 6:00 PM to the wee hours of the morning; feel free to tag in with a specific time in your subject header.
SUMMARY: Chronos and Vector are failures and half the City goes apeshit!

It's been a lovely, warm, sunny day in the City, winding into a nice warm afternoon that definitely doesn't feel like the first day of Fall. As the sun gets lower and lower in the sky, however, something goes wrong. It's a very discreet malfunction, and even people in the general area probably won't notice it; what they will notice, however, are the temporal shockwaves emanating from the malfunctioning device.

Not to mention the eventual effects of those shockwaves. Is that man standing in the middle of the crosswalk with a lampshade on his head? Where did he even find a lampshade?

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Alastair joined them a second later. "What's going on?"

"I don't know..." Maybe these two had just suddenly appeared here too? They didn't look weird like he did right now...and they didn't look like they were from Satellite.

"I don't..." He shook his head and tried to look a little less panicked. "How do you know my name?"

Bakura almost startled at the question, eyes going wide. "W--why wouldn't I?" he asked, mind racing. Something had happened. Something had happened to Kiryuu and he didn't--

No. No don't panic, maybe it was just... a really random question?

"Kyosuke, what's the matter?" Alastair looked concerned as well - with the rash of reports and the dictate from his new master, he couldn't be sure this wasn't related. And that did not bode well. "Are you okay?"

"You're not from Satellite...and no one in the city would know, except...Security..." He looked them both over again, but they definitely didn't look like Security.

He shook his head again and reached up to cover the red mark on his face. He couldn't say there was something wrong, that would be stupid, but he could trust these guys, right? "I don't...I don't know what's going on..."

This wasn't happening. This wasn't--

Had to keep calm, for Kiryuu's sake, had to--

"You-- you don't remember?" he asked, voice shaking a little. Inside, part of him was raging. Something had made his brother forget. Something had made his brother forget him.

His hands had clenched tight at his sides without him realizing.

Alastair reached out and grabbed Bakura by the shoulder, trying to keep him calm and pull him back. "Hey, easy there," he warned. "Take a deep breath. Look, Kyosuke, I don't..."

He made a face and tried again. "You sure you don't remember us? Bakura, Alastair?" He gestured to each of them in turn. "Your roommates?" He almost added your boyfriend, but he was trying not to be offended by being forgotten. "I don't know what's going on here but we're your friends."

"You're..." Well, only a friend would use his first name, he supposed. And...he really did feel like he could trust them. It was like being with his team in a way. And was really painful to think he didn't...remember...them, when they were obviously so concerned about him.

"I'm sorry," he finally murmured. "I believe you, I've just...I've never seen you before. I've never seen this-" he gestured vaguely at the bathroom- "before. And I look really weird..."

And wait, had he said-- "Wait, Bakura, like the Battle City duelist Bakura?"

Bakura looked up at Alastair's grip, relaxing under it as he took his other brother's advice, forcing himself to be calm.

He paused, blinking at Kiryuu's question, giving a very faint and awkward smile as he rubbed his cheek. Like deja vu... He had almost forgotten that that had been Kiryuu's reaction. Idly he wondered if this was what Ben felt every time. "U--un," he nodded.

Alastair breathed the faintest chuckle at the reminder of Battle City. That was a little better. He was still worried, but he covered it well.

"It's okay. C'mon, just...sit down and take a minute. Hey, Bakura - are you making dinner yet?"

Okay, he had to have a moment of awe at being friends with Bakura. But just a brief moment. He was still too weirded out by all of this.

"All right..." He didn't really want to keep looking in the mirror anymore anyway. It was too unnerving.

"Eh? Aah-- un. I was just getting started..." Bakura glanced back at the kitchen, feeling almost a little torn. Dinner did still need to be made and he knew it would make him feel a bit better, but... Kiryuu.

"Okay. That's good." Alastair wasn't making any demands, he left it up to Bakura. But as for him? He was going to go into the living room with Kiryu and sit with him to make sure he was all right - and not about to pull a Yusuke and snap and kill them all.

Unfortunately, snuggling was probably out. No touching until he was in his right mind, Alastair decided.

Kiryu was more than willing to follow him out, though as soon as they left the bathroom, he was looking around at everything. At least this place seemed to be simple, but it was still nicer than anything he could remember.

"Are we in the city?" he asked after a moment. He didn't really want to be in the city, but since he'd thought he'd only ever be there as a prisoner, this wasn't too bad.

Another look towards the kitchen before Bakura followed. He nodded at Kiryuu's question before quickly adding. "The City being it's name, not Domino or any place like that." If Kiryuu had forgotten who they were... and while he didn't know much about Kiryuu's time, what little he knew...

"How much-- how much do you remember...?" he asked timidly.

Alastair sat down on the couch, being mindful not to sit on the cat in the process. Of course, part of him wanted to go to his room and get his comm to see if there were any weird announcements or alerts about attacks of amnesia, but for now he just sat and listened.

"It's not Neo Domino?" Now he was confused. He supposed that was a good thing, in a way, but it was the only city he could ever imagine going to.

He paused before sitting down next to Alastair, but the couch wasn't really anything special. Weird. "We were about to leave the hideout to catch some stragglers in Zone L," he said after a moment, though he wondered if they'd have any clue what that meant. "Crow was whining like usual. Then I was here."

Bakura's heart sank at that. He didn't remember anything from the City at all...

"Not Neo-Domino. Not even in Japan, or in a world were Domino existed," he tried to explain.

Almost as if sensing his distress, Pelor padded out of Bakura's room and started nuzzling against his leg for attention. Bakura couched down to pick her up, stroking her gently to keep himself calm.

"Weird." Alastair scratched the back of his neck, thinking. "I wonder if this is like that one time when people got switched around by the Porter..." Except that Kiryu looked the same as he did that morning, with the long hair and everything. That was enough to confuse Alastair, and muddle his attempts at theorizing.

"You feel okay, otherwise? I mean, no issues or anything..."

"No." And it was really uncomfortable to admit that, but if Alastair could help him, he had to. "No. I'm not...breathing enough and it's hot and my eyes are really..."

He reached up to touch his cheek again. It looked like a criminal marker, but it was the wrong color...

"What's the Porter?"

"It's what brought us all here," Bakura answered the easy part first. The not breathing enough comment worried him. "I can open the windows, if it's too warm..." he offered before hesitating a moment. "And I can try healing to see what's wrong." He hadn't really thought of the strange body consciousness that came with his healing now as a diagnostic before... but it did seem like it would help.

Alastair had never really asked Kiryu how the whole formerly-dead thing worked, his Signer form and the switching. If he didn't remember it now, it wouldn't help. "Yeah, if Bakura can heal anything, let him. It'll be okay."

He felt the need to check the comm even more strongly now, but he didn't want to leave Kiryu either. Still, maybe he could contact Saitou and tell him to hurry home...

Kiryu wasn't sure what Bakura was going to do, but it couldn't hurt to let him try. "If you think it'll help."

Bakura nodded, closing his eyes and gathering his focus. After a breif moment a soft, cool white glow gathered around his fingers as he held his hands out, hovering them inches from his brother. Slowly, the glow moved outward to sink into Kiryuu himself as Bakura's consciousness traveled along with it.

The glow spread out across Kiryuu's arms, smoothing over the scratches that showed he and Aome still weren't on the best terms. But that was all that he could find that was anything he could fix. Everything else felt just the same as it had after the last time he had healed him.

Slowly, he pulled back, eyes blinking open as he went to rub his forehead slightly. It was always so much harder to pull back when there was nothing much to heal...

"I couldn't find anything wrong. It's all the same as it was before."

"Maybe it's just...you know, shock," Alastair suggested. "Maybe after you calm down and have something to eat and stuff, it'll go away."

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if he tries healing, he won't find anything wrong :)

Good to know :)

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