The Park, Sunday afternoon
The word from Nurse Annie had been to find some familiar locations and hit himself in the head there or else Bruce could possibly die in six months.
It was a dire prediction, and not one Bruce intended to let come true. So aside from moments of... let's say 'distraction,' Bruce spent all of his time he past day trying to find two things: first, a familiar place in which he could batter himself about the head. Second, his wife. The most recent one. The one he apparently truly loved. As far as he knew. Except it might be easier to find his wife if he had his memory back, so that was his main focus.
And so he came to the park. It seemed vaguely familiar. There were trees and ducks and ground. Did he vaguely remember this park? Maybe. But he definitely vaguely remembered A park, and all parks were basically the same thing.
So he wandered around the place, looking for convenient things to trip over, or low hanging branches to back into, all in the hopes of reversing his amnesia. HOW COULD IT GO WRONG? Besides with concussions.
[OOC: Open for your parkly needs or, more importantly, if you'd like to be one of Bruce's ex-or-current wives, a scam artist, or someone who can point him in the direction of his true love in vague ways!]
It was a dire prediction, and not one Bruce intended to let come true. So aside from moments of... let's say 'distraction,' Bruce spent all of his time he past day trying to find two things: first, a familiar place in which he could batter himself about the head. Second, his wife. The most recent one. The one he apparently truly loved. As far as he knew. Except it might be easier to find his wife if he had his memory back, so that was his main focus.
And so he came to the park. It seemed vaguely familiar. There were trees and ducks and ground. Did he vaguely remember this park? Maybe. But he definitely vaguely remembered A park, and all parks were basically the same thing.
So he wandered around the place, looking for convenient things to trip over, or low hanging branches to back into, all in the hopes of reversing his amnesia. HOW COULD IT GO WRONG? Besides with concussions.
[OOC: Open for your parkly needs or, more importantly, if you'd like to be one of Bruce's ex-or-current wives, a scam artist, or someone who can point him in the direction of his true love in vague ways!]