I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

[puzzlingly]

Who: Atem and you (open, mostly)
What: Catch up log for all your needs!
Where: Places.
When: Backdated to the start of November to somewhere around the middle.
Warnings: Annoying card games references maybe! Will match format.


around | early November | open

People were gone, Gowther was gone and everything Atem used to remember of this place, gone as well. Not that Atem actually ever noticed that Gowther had never been in this place before the influx of people.

Now, that might an exaggeration, he remembers people, but not all of them, he's not sure who knows him or not anymore. It turns out it was probably not the so called gods messing with his head, but it probably didn't matter now, did it? It's like Kaiba would say, 'Just ignore it and crush it under the weight of your future', literally... He spent so much time trying to get his memories before coming here, it sure doesn't feel like something he wants to do here as well. He knows himself, he knows Kaiba, and others, and they know him. That should be enough.

He cannot help but wonder, who else did he forget? So far he hadn't found many who claimed to know him, maybe he shouldn't worry that much.

But as much as he wants to move on, he finds himself staring at people's faces, wondering if he's met them before or not. Either you may feel someone watching from where you're sitting down at the Speakeasy, and when you turn at the counter, there he is, this scrawny young man you might or not talked to before looking at your face as if it had something on it. Maybe you're just passing by as he's sitting down at the sidewalk or just as he passes by you, stealing glances from under his umbrella—were it a rainy day—or just as you're trying to find a new pair of pants at the stores, there is this pair of amaranthine bright eyes staring curiously, maybe a little worriedly even..

What do?

( ooc: A gentle reminder Atem was given a hard reset during the fourth wall event, which means he's forgotten most of the people he's met in Hadriel. Send me a PM if you wanna plot around that, otherwise please assume a clean start with your character. )

the orchard | open

「After how things went down with the first tree he grew, Atem has been taking things a little more calmly, after all, he doesn't want to pass out again from using too much energy to turn a little seed into a full grown tree, if anything he's trying to make them grow to his knee or so. And that's what he's doing at the moment, flattening the dirt around a recently planted seed, as much as he possibly can. Then he can be seen drawing some circles and markings around it, it's not that easy to make the glyphs as perfect as he wished he could, but he keeps on trying. 」

There must be an easier way...

「He mutters under his breath.」

carlisle's garden | idk the muffin man

「Just as Carlisle had cut the communication, Atem hurried down to the piers, jumped on a goddamned boat and hurried towards the North Island as fast as the winds allowed him to. It was amazing how good he had become at this sailing thing after a while, still, dreaded it—the sea was not his element, it was so wet—but not even this time he cared to get his shoes and pants wet if it meant to get to his mentor as soon as possible.

Finally, he knocks on that familiar door, perhaps a bit more obnoxiously than he should.」

Carlisle! It's me! Open up!

「He sounds really excited at least!」

butterflies also like living in pretty houses | sal

「Atem did promise he'd help beautify whatever little house Sal decided to build for his little new friend. He's been practicing in fact! Trying to build something more spacious and fireproof for his fiery salamander. Meanwhile, he waits for his friend to arrive as he writes some notes in his notebook, anything that comes to his mind that could potentially help with creating new things, or just transmuting them into something else.」

the sewing shop | margie

「Still a little unsure of what the future will bring them, Atem decides to act on it anyway, he could use a new jacket, the one he's got, even if it's from home, has seen better days. He remembers being at the sewing shop before, but everything aside of that comes as a blur to him, he pokes his head into it, expecting some kind of magic to happen and suddenly remembering everything.

He doesn't.」

Hello?

「Is anyone there?」

wildcard

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Comments

wildcard; there's a Dog in your house

[standformyself]

[She comes and she goes as she always has, although more often than not the Dog finds her way back in the evenings, to curl up in that ball after conning treats and scratches. It is odd, being so far from anything and everything that she knew, not that many knew her. A piece of what she used to be, she had come only for that brief period in Lirael's life before returning to walk her own path.

She doesn't need a doggy door and has learned how to work the knobs, extending her paws in to little fingerish nubs and turning the knob. She is fairly dry today, only having a faint smell of a dog that has been having fun in the waters. The door clicks shut softly behind her as she pads in, stretching, before her nose twitches, and she clacks softly forward in search of Atem. No one is quite as good as Lirael when it comes to scratches, but he is pretty close.]

:D let's backdate this a bit (or a lot, idk)

[puzzlingly]

「It's not strange to listen to the door opening and closing from the kitchen, he doesn't live alone after all. What is strange is not listening to Yukari say his usual "I'm home" from afar. Should he be worried? He turns from the stove just to find a Dog staring at him from the kitchen's entrance.

What in the world?」

... Hey...

「Never mind he doesn't remember her, while he does stare at her in confusion, he still approaches, kneeling down before her and reaching for that fluffy face, running his stew smelly hands all along her muzzle and reaching for her ears. All he can think is that maybe Yukari brought her with him. But the other man is nowhere to be seen.」

Got lost? How did you get in?

「Huh, stupid questions, she wouldn't be able to tell him, right? Might as well find out as he stands and attempts to leave the kitchen—」

[standformyself]

[The small back and forth wag of her tail continues as she pads forward, following her nose, for several reasons. The kitchen always has interesting smells and she can usually mooch some tidbits or scraps, if not a meal, off of people.

She is too busy sniffing to notice the unknowning expression, and her tongue darts out over his fingers, tasting what she believes is stewing on the stove. Yet the tongue pauses on the second go, head cocking.]

I opened the door, of course, although I wouldn't say no to a doggy door.

[puzzlingly]

「Cue Atem freezing.

It's almost comical how he turns slowly at her, his eyes wide.」

You just talked, right?

「It really shouldn't be so weird, but well... Things have been weirder for him lately. He shakes his head, he shouldn't be so surprised by now.」

Okay, but, why are you here?

「If she can talk then she can tell him! How convenient.」

[standformyself]

Well I didn't not talk.

[A little bit huffy, as this is old news, Atem. It is a toss up between trying to get some afternoon scritches out of him or smelling what it is that he is making.

Her ears to flatten a little, looking like someone has just kicked her puppy- or herself.]

Are you kicking me out?

[puzzlingly]

「The moment he looks at her there is no mistake that she's doing the talking. How cool is that?!」

Not at all.

「The time it takes him to realize what is going on is, albeit, a long one. It's hard to notice that you're missing things when you do not remember them!」

Wait... the blanket on the couch. It was for you, wasn't it?

「Earlier that day he had removed it, wondering why a (mildly dirty) blanket was covering the half of one of the couches.」

You live here.

「And he forgot, how awful. But those ears are telling and they don't look nice to him, he goes back on his tracks and crouches down in front of her.」

Sorry, I guess I forgot. It's... a thing that's been happening, it's not your fault.

「It's said as he reaches for her, scratching the side of her face in a soothing manner. She seems like a good dog.」

[standformyself]

... I may tend to get a little wet now and then.

[Or every day... She could likely be mistaken for being part fish with the amount of time that the Dog spends splashing around. Eau de Dog is one thing, and she avoids baths like a plague, but leaving everything wet had been another.

But there is a tail thump as he squats, and yes, her tongue might dart out to lick at whatever skin of his arm that he can reach. Her ears do prick back up, although there is a low rumble in her chest, which is explained as she speaks.]

You weren't hurt, were you?

[puzzlingly]

Don't worry, I'll put it there again. It's in the drier so it'll be warm for a while.

「Who would have thought that he'd enjoy doing laundry? It's folding the stuff which he doesn't enjoy much.」

I don't think I was, but don't remember. So what do I call you, is Poochie fine?

[standformyself]

[Poochie?

Huff huff.

She gives a little doggie snort, ears shuffling back a little.]

It's the Disreputable Dog. Dog, for short.

[puzzlingly]

「He's just messing with her, but that still earns her a lift of an eyebrow. What kind of name is that? One that fits a talking dog, he supposes...」

I like Poochie better.

「He's so not gonna call her that, of course. He gives her a bit of vigorous petting before he stands.」

I was making some fish stew, want some?

「Say no.」

[standformyself]

I can call you Poochie, if you prefer.

[Because don't think that she won't... But her ears perk up, as food is food is food, and she will always eat.]

I'd love some.

[puzzlingly]

It's better than what some people call me.

「But he's already busy serving some of that for her in a bowl, he even blows on it a little before putting it before her and sitting right on the floor with her; it won't make her sick but it will also definitely will not earn him a Michelin Star.」

So, I don't know if I already asked you this but, do all dogs talk where you come from?

[standformyself]

[She stretches, every bit the hound, shaking slightly from her head all the way down to her tail before she takes a seated position. She could ask for a spoon, but he seems to have enough on his proverbial plate as it is. Those expression-filled eyes glance upward at him as he asks her his question.]

I'm afraid I haven't met every dog where I'm from.

sorry sorry i thought i had replied to this phew!

[puzzlingly]

I'll take that as a no. Are there humans?

no worries!

[standformyself]

Oh, there are plenty of humans.

[That she says readily enough.]

Little ones and big ones. Short and tall.

[puzzlingly]

「Nice description.」

Sounds like your average Earth.

「Except, with talking dogs...?」

What did you do there?

[standformyself]

I went for walks, and chased rabbits, and sniffed out corners.

[Exactly what you were asking after, right...]

[puzzlingly]

「What else could he be asking about...」

Hmm... We don't have rabbits here. What's with the corner sniffling?

[standformyself]

Have you ever sniffed a corner?

[puzzlingly]

N-no... Never felt the need.

「What is this conversation even?」

What is it like?

[standformyself]

You can tell all sorts of interesting things by sniffing.

[Of course her nose is also legendary.]

[puzzlingly]

Figures as much. Like what?

[standformyself]

Like who has been there before. And what they did. Maybe what foods they'd had.