[open commentlog | backdated to day 4 of her amnesia]

[70ftandcounting]

[Fragments of thoughts shift inside of Rapunzel’s mind, and wispy pieces of memory slip away whenever she tried to grasp it. Uncertain as to who she truly is and just what she’s doing here, she’s been wandering the Keep in a listless daze, only eating and drinking when her body reminds her that she is hungry and thirsty, because eating is not something that she remembers to do.
 
She wanders even now, hands loose at her sides and hazel eyes blank and distant while dirty, bare feet take her on an aimless path. Her hair, seventy feet long once more, trails behind her and catches dust and other bits of debris as she walks. The dress she wears is torn and covered in blood, though just who’s it is is questionable. In her hand, she holds a torch that has long been burned out.
 
Approach?]

((ooc: so Rapunzel died. Oops. Feel free to run into her.))

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[70ftandcounting]

[She fidgets, feeling her insides twist into a knot at the look on his face. She -- wants to remember, to know what he's talking about, but she just doesn't. She's trying, truly she is; her face is scrunched in thought, the tears shimmering in her eyes, but --

She can't. She can't pull up his face, his clothes. Despite the...vague sensation that he's familiar, that 'dancing' rings a bell and a lingering scent of tobacco she still can't remember.]

O-oh.

[She swallows.]

Of course. I'm sorry -- that I kept you.

[yolonceler]

It's okay, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it. See you around, I guess.

[One last look at her face. The Once-ler reassures himself that she might remember one day, or they can just start over from scratch, but he's in such an emotional pit it's hard to boost his spirits. He nods once, curtly, then brushes past her, making for the apothecary. He needs a cigar, he needs a hundred cigars. Anything to get his mind off of... this.

But let's be honest, here. That's not going to happen.]

[abstinentzombie]

Right.

[Fantastic. Where has she been sleeping, a ditch?]

Come on, I'll show you where it is.

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[Probably.]

...You know where my room is?

[Trailing after her.]

[abstinentzombie]

Yeah, I've been there plenty of times. You've been here a while.

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[...brb stopping.]

What?

[SOMEONE ELSE SAID THAT EARLIER WHO WAS IT...]

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[She watches him go, feeling helpless in her inability to remember who he was.

He was important, that much was obvious. Or at least, she was very important to him.

But how?

With a half strangled sob she flees the scene, running in the opposite direction that he had gone, bare feet pounding on the ground until she begins to walk again, momentarily forgetting the conversation that had just happened.]

[abstinentzombie]

You've been here for months, but you had an accident and can't remember.

[No sense in telling her she died and freak her out.]

[needsnobottle]

[Okay that? Is the scariest damn thing Tammy has ever seen. It's not just that she hadn't been expecting to see all of that hair again--and how had she gotten that back? The djinn hadn't done it, Tammy was certain, which meant some other magical means was at play here. It's more the way that the vibrant girl is walking; faded and shuffling along, looking far worse for wear than she should. As if she's not really there. For an instant she is precisely like the light in this crazy Keep; not nearly as powerful as the sun, more a mockery than a true source of warmth and light.

Tammy runs up to her as soon as she spots her, her expression drawn and worried. She hadn't heard from Rapunzel during the uprising and she's been terrified ever since. In fact, the other girls is entirely the reason why Tammy is out right now--she'd stopped by the girl's room and when she hadn't answered, run off to see if she could find her.

She hadn't expected to see this.]

Rapunzel?

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[Staring.]

That's...that's impossible.

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[The name has her pausing, and Rapunzel's face kind of scrunches up as if she briefly recognizes it, but her expression soon clears and she shakes her head. Giving Tammy a wary look, Rapunzel backs away as she's approached, scooting her hair behind her protectively.]

No. Who is Rapunzel?

[Her? Someone else? She's not quite sure at the moment.]

[needsnobottle]

[and that is not the answer Tammy had been expecting either. Cue those alarm bells, which is more like a continuous siren between her ears at this point. Everything about Rapunzel has been screaming "off!! All wrong!" since Tammy laid eyes on her and this seals it. Something has happened. Tammy feels her chest constrict with the panic, the reaction panicked and instinctive and far, far too strong. She reminds herself to breath, lifting her empty hands to reassure the other girl that she's unarmed and not reaching for her. She doesn't miss that instinctive protection of her hair; no matter what has happened, no matter what she's forgot, she seems to remember innately that her hair is something people seek.

Tammy isn't after her hair though; her concern is entirely for the girl carrying it around.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. [She pauses, licking her lips and struggling to think past the shrill worry whistling through her mind, form a coherent way to address the insane moment.]I'm Tammy. Do you...remember your name?

[70ftandcounting]

[Rapunzel bites at her lip as she considers the question.]

I...don't know. [Doesn't she? The name 'Rapunzel' certainly rings a bell, though she can't say if it's hers or not.] That might be me. I'm not sure.

[Twisting at the hair in her hands, Rapunzel eyes Tammy like a frightened animal, all wide eyes and tense, jumpy muscles. She's terrified, that much is obvious, but Tammy's presence somehow soothes her, just a fraction.]

You look familiar.

[needsnobottle]

[That is slightly comforting, muting the warning sirens in her skull just a fraction. Because if Tammy looks familiar, then hopefully that means whatever is going on with her memory is temporary, and she'll remember everything if she is only given the right stimulus.

Tammy is trying not to think too hard about what Rapunzel might remember, once it all comes back to her. Though she can't stop herself from wondering why it is that both she and this Once-ler guy seem to be having memory problems. Her gut twists but she keeps her expression as open and soft as possible, her stance relaxed.]

We're friends, you and I. We've done some dancing, and baking together. [Stick with the light subjects for now. Maybe if she brings these up Rapunzel will remember, easing the way for the rest.]

[70ftandcounting]

Are we?

[She tilts her head, expression wrinkling as she tries to call the memories up, but it's nothing but a blank slate.]

I don't remember.

[It's frusting, being told something like that, and not being able to recall anything. No, just Tammy's features are vaguely recognizable, but the things the girl speaks of...

Rapunzel doesn't know.]

I'm sorry.

[needsnobottle]

Hey, don't apologize. It's okay.

[Tammy keeps herself as relaxed and soothing as she can, because no matter what there's clearly something going on here. Something she'll get to the bottom of, if it kills her, but right now she's focused on making sure Rapunzel is okay. As okay as possible.

Starting with making sure she's not hurt.]

Are you feeling okay, at least? You're not hurt or anything, right?

[abstinentzombie]

Yeah, I thought so too at first.

[Starin' right back.]

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[Inching away from the crazy lady now.]

I -- I don't believe you.

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I...I don't think so.

[She's covered in blood, but there doesn't appear to be any visible injuries. No, it just looks like something REALLY BAD HAPPENED, but no real indication as to what it might have been.]

[abstinentzombie]

I can tell.

[SIGH.]

I'm not going to force you anywhere. But right now you could put yourself in danger. This place is insane. It doesn't even have a sun.

[70ftandcounting]

...No sun?

[Rapunzel stares.]

I don't understand...

[abstinentzombie]

[Oh sweet the distraction worked.

That distraction always works.]

Yes, no sun. It's sunny outside, but there isn't a sun in the sky. You know, magical bullshit.

[needsnobottle]

Want to come with me to find someplace to...get cleaned up?

[Tammy is praying that is not Rapunzel's blood. But since the girl is on her feet and seems to be feeling, well, not in pain, that's creating some hope for her.]

[70ftandcounting]

....Yes. That...would be nice.

[Nope, it's hers, Tammy. All hers.]

[needsnobottle]

[Gently Tammy takes her and starts guiding her back toward the barracks, her touch only just firm enough to ensure Rapunzel follows and doesn't stumble. She'll feel better once she can check and make sure the other girl is physically okay.]

What's the last thing you do remember?