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

[puzzlingly]

「Afterlife, she says, and something seems to stir inside Atem's mind, his eyes widen—」

It was Cersei... wasn't it...?

「He blurts out. It's so odd, to remember things as if they were in little bubbles instead of a whole.」

[roseofthetyrells]

[she closes her eyes briefly]

Yes. Yes, it was Cersei. She destroyed the Sept of Baelor with me in it along with at least two hundred innocents.

[she can imagine. well, no, she actually can't imagine, but she assumes it would be terribly confusing]

[puzzlingly]

「He didn't mean to bring those memories to her, but he did, it's just something he keeps doing.」

I am really sorry.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she's (mostly) made peace with her death and has reason to be hopeful that Jon and Daenerys will be able to end Cersei's rule once and for all, but there are times when it still stings]

As am I. But. . . I have hope that I can build a life outside of Hadriel in a new world.

[puzzlingly]

Outside Hadriel...

「That resonates with him—only so very recently had Kaiba made him actually wonder if he could go back home, alive. That he didn't need to go back wherever destiny had planned for him. It still felt odd to think about it.」

Where would you go?

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes, I've been planning for it and getting ready for it for a while.

[she would want him to go back alive. it wouldn't be fair if he was unable to]

I'd go to Earth. Matt's Earth. Do you remember him at all?

[puzzlingly]

「Matt?! The Matt he knew?」

Blind guy that kicked ass? I think I do. He was the first person I met here!

「He saved his bacon too!」

This is all so familiar..

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes, that's him! We came in at the same time!

[she's so proud to hear that he's been remembered]

Familiar? Familiar how?

[puzzlingly]

He came in when I did too... It's been a while.

「So she's been there ever since...」

I don't know.

[roseofthetyrells]

I hadn't realized we came in at the same time! [and her voice turns a little sad] And it has been.

[she misses Matt every day but hopes to see him again someday soon]

How odd. It must be so strange to remember things, but . . . not.

[puzzlingly]

I should be more used to it. It's not the first time it happens after all.

「He says with a bit of a shrug, trying not to show it's actually affecting him a little. It shouldn't but it does.」

[roseofthetyrells]

It's not? That must be terribly confusing.

[her voice is warm and sympathetic]

[puzzlingly]

It... yeah, it is.

「He rubs the back of his neck, a little ashamed.」

But I didn't come here to burden you with my problems... I'm sorry.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she looks earnest and reassuring]

It's not a burden at all. Friends share their burdens and lessen them together.

[puzzlingly]

「That's even something he'd say... But not so often it's him needing to listen to those words. It's a little strange but it makes him smile anyway.」

Thank you, Margaery.

[roseofthetyrells]

[it's something she's learned since coming here, how to be generous with her whole heart for its own sake, not to gain a political advantage]

It's the least I can do. Besides, you've done the same for me, even if you can't remember it right now.

[puzzlingly]

「Oh, that makes him actually blush. Just a little bit. It's good to know that he's helped her in some way, regardless.」

Actually... There is something else I could use your help with.

[roseofthetyrells]

[his blushing is adorable]

Oh? What might that be?

[puzzlingly]

「He brings his small backpack to his front, opening it and bringing an oversized jacket.」

I was hoping you could help me resize this? I'm not sure if it's easier to make a whole new one than altering one, but I found it in the stores and I thought it'd be useful anyway.

[roseofthetyrells]

[it's not a bad looking jacket, as far as Hadriel clothing goes]

I certainly can alter it for you! I'll need to get all of your measurements, but that's simple enough, if a bit time-consuming. Shall we start now?

[puzzlingly]

No better time than the present, right? Unless you're busy with something else...

「He'll do something for her in return, he might as well know exactly what.」

Say, what's your favorite color?

[roseofthetyrells]

No, not at present. I can get started today, if you're willing to stand for measurements.

[there's no need, she'd say. he's a friend and friends help friends]

I should be a good Tyrell and say light green and gold, but I truly love teal blue. Why do you ask?

[puzzlingly]

Yeah, I can do that. And, no special reason, 「Of course, that's a big, fat lie. Specially because he actually winks at her when he says that.」

[roseofthetyrells]

All right. Should we get started? [she gets up out of her chair, reaching for a nearby notepad and pencil] And I see that look on your face. [she says knowingly] You've got some trick up your sleeve.

[puzzlingly]

Alright. 「He's actually a little familiar with the process, he stands at his full height (let's be real, it's... not much) and just waits for her to do her thing.」

Heh, I don't wear sleeves.

「This is so strange but fun and comforting, somehow, he does feel he knows her.」

Tell me more about you Margaery... Please.