ITP: brain slugs

[purple_pliers]

...excuse me. Could somebody please give me directions to the nearest bus station?

And if somebody could lend me a handkerchief as well, it'd be awfully helpful. It feels like a slug just crawled all over my face...

((OOC: Violet has selective amnesia brought on by brain slugs. Your character may also find that some or all of their memories have

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[pie_or_death]

Violet?

[purple_pliers]

...yes, that's me.

[pie_or_death]

Are you okay?

[purple_pliers]

I... believe so. I'm a little lost.

[pie_or_death]

You don't say.

Do you know me?

[purple_pliers]

No... I'm afraid you have the advantage of me. Do you know my parents?

[pie_or_death]

No. No, I don't. I'm sorry.

I'm Ned. And... there's a lot to explain.

[purple_pliers]

An explanation would be lovely. I thought I was on my way to the beach.

[pie_or_death]

You got sidetracked. I'm sorry. Um. Actually, you've been here for awhile. We know each other.

[purple_pliers]

Do you mean that I've had some sort of blackout?

[pie_or_death]

...Maybe selective amnesia.

It's probably my fault, too. I'm sorry.

[purple_pliers]

...I beg your pardon, but why would you think that it's your fault?

[taking a step back]

[pie_or_death]

We were talking and I ended up oversharing and in passing, I jokingly suggested that maybe something would happen and you wouldn't selectively forget what we were talking about.

Oops.

[purple_pliers]

[looks even more confused]

I'm even more confused.

[pie_or_death]

Some sort of karma, if you believe in that.

This place is called Camp. Things just happen here.

[purple_pliers]

[puts a hand to her head]

This is all so unbelievable.