014 || Of Regained Memories, Lost Hats and Pac Man

[crimsonmischief]

...Has anyone seen my hat? I seem to have... misplaced it. Or it seems to have acted on an unexpressed desire to turn into a yellow blob with two eyes and a large mouth.

Comments

[pimpcoatbankai.livejournal.com]

A blob?

[crimsonmischief]

Yes. A blob hat.

[pimpcoatbankai.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[crimsonmischief]

I take it you don't know where my hat went then.

[pimpcoatbankai.livejournal.com]

No, haven't seen it. How'd you lose it?

[crimsonmischief]

That's a pity... I suppose I'm stuck like this just because I touched a gift from the Tree.

[pimpcoatbankai.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that'd do it.

Anything else odd apart from the hat being a blob?

[crimsonmischief]

Hmm... Would you happen to know of any huge underground caverns around here?

[pimpcoatbankai.livejournal.com]

Underground cavern? In a giant tree?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

A yellow blob? Your hat's alive?

[crimsonmischief]

Aha... No, no. It's a hat still. Just a yellow circle-blob-like thing with my head where the mouth is.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Sounds like an upgrade.

Maybe your hat thinks your head is a cherry.

[crimsonmischief]

Ah... I'm afraid that it chose the wrong person to pick cherries from then.

And it's most definitely not an upgrade! I'm hurt, Genius-san.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Can I call you Clyde then?

Maybe the Tree is trying to tell you something about your fashion sense.

[crimsonmischief]

Why would you call me Clyde?

_{[He doesn't get it.]}

I don't think I appreciate its fashion sense. I do hope it will give me my hat back...

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Why WOULDN'T I call you Clyde?

Maybe someone can make you a new one. A mad Hatter or something. Doesn't Bastet also own a clothing shop? Maybe she can do it.

[crimsonmischief]

But who is Clyde?

And it wouldn't be the same. [Can you hear the pout?]

[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

It is indeed a great shame if hats transform here. They can feel most important. Does it happen often, such a change?

[crimsonmischief]

Ah, it depends on the mood of the tree, I suppose. And I apologize, but I'm afraid I don't recognize your handwriting, who might you be~?

[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

I see.

I am Mona Lisa. I do not know your name, but your handwriting is not entirely unfamiliar. Give this little credence; many here seem familiar in small ways.

[crimsonmischief]

That tends to be the case for many in a place such as this. And I am Crimson, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mona Lisa-san~!

[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

Likewise, I am sure.

So many find many things to be familiar? It is not just some?

[crimsonmischief]

In a place where everyone has lost their memories, it is logical that everyone would find at least one thing or another that seems familiar, no~?

[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

I speak not of one thing. I speak of many, up to and including your own writing.

[crimsonmischief]

Oh, that is indeed less common...