i can't remember to forget you

[helpline]

WHO: all imPorts!
WHERE: a large expanse of land that is kind of a parking lot in Heropa
WHEN: March 12th, 4PM onwards
WHAT: Time for the March Swear-In! this is gonna be full of fun and games and nothing going wrong at all, right? Nope. More ooc details can be found here
WARNINGS: none!

After the harrowing experience of the Perestroika Seminar last month, the government's decided that a nice, easy fun swear-in would be the best for everybody. Time to relax and recover from the harrowing events of February with a fair! The temperature's a bit brisk but the grand thing about Florida weather is that a brisk Florida March is still a warmer than average March compared to the rest of the nation: perfect fairground weather.

4PM - 6:30PM: ALL THE RIDES
The carnival has stereotypical fairground rides: ferris wheels, carousels, the gravitron, fairground swings, a tilt a whirl, everything that you know and love. This isn't Six Flags so there aren't any large roller coasters or water rides, but if it can be assembled and moved around via a large truck, expect it to be here. In true carnival fashion, the rides are staffed by twenty-somethings who desperately don't want to be there. Also in true carnival fashion, the safety of some of the rides is....slightly dubious at best. Be careful of a few spots of vomit outside some of the faster rides: some of your fellow imPorts don't take motion sickness very well.

All rides do have height requirements. Sorry tiny imPorts, have you tried the kiddie train or the smaller ferris wheel?

4PM - 6:30PM: FAIRGROUND STALLS
Some booths have fairground food. There's the staples: corn dogs, candy apples, funnel cake, lemonade, and so on. There's a scary amount of deep fried food, ranging from the sensible (pickles and oreos) to the downright disturbing (how can someone deep fry pizza?!) Some of the vendors have gotten in on the imPort craze by naming their fair food after imPorts themselves: have a nice cool Jinseok Jin-ger Ale. What about a Cindy Moon Pie? A Kaiden Alenkronut? April Ludgateorade? If a bad pun can be made of the fair food name, then somebody's selling it.

Other booths have traditional fairground games: toss darts at balloons, test your strength, skee ball, and so on. The games are all a bit rigged and all a bit overpriced, but that's part of the fun! Win yourself or that special someone a goldfish, an inflatable sword, or an overly large stuffed animal. The barkers running the games are keeping a strict eye out for imPorts using their powers...but they're only human, after all. Try and use that super-strength when nobody's looking!

6:30 PM - END: MEMORY LOSS
After the sun's set and the fairground is lit up by lights, annoyance strikes. Off to the side of one of the food stalls, there's a small explosion, producing a lot of smoke that quickly travels throughout the fairground, but not much else. The problem is, as the smoke clears, imPorts may find that their memory isn't up to snuff. Some people don't remember how they got here. Some people don't remember that they have superpowers to begin with. Some people still have all their memories. There's no pattern as to why some people have all their memories while some have lost theirs,

The fairground only stays up for about half an hour more before officials start to close everything down and hurry everyone home. After all, some of the imPorts don't remember how to use their powers. Besides, they need to figure out what caused the memory loss in the first place: could it be another Soviet attack?!?

(spoilers, no, it's just an incompetent old man with broken technology. Whoops.)

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[superposition]

[Being with security, Qubit's one of the first on the scene, coughing as he waves smoke out of his face. He's expecting the worst, but what he finds is... the Doctor. Now, let it not be said that Qubit's never had an invention explode in his face, either - and it looks very much like that's what's happened here - but Jesus, don't scare him like that.]

What are you doing?

[helpline]

Trying to fix this! [ the Doctor snapped, more annoyed than in any sort of danger. Because again, he doesn't know about the memory loss thing yet. He continues to poke at the headpiece as he talks to Qubit, angrily trying to force one wire back in it's socket. ]

It shouldn't have exploded like this, this was just a simple variation on— [ he lets out a grunt as he shoves the wire in, the Doctor is THIS CLOSE to swearing ] —on a chameleon arch!

[superposition]

[Aw, geez. I mean normal ways of putting things together always feel clumsy to Qubit, but that's just sad. He steps over and holds out a hand for the thing.]

Give me that. What the devil's a chameleon arch?

[helpline]

[ The headpiece is...kind of janky due to the explosion. There are wires fused together and sockets bent out of shape and the explosion just did a number on it. As Qubit holds out a hand for the headset, the Doctor...just kind of stars at him like no, you're not getting this. ]

Time Lord technology, used to help repress and unrepress memories. Obviously this isn't a hundred percent a chameleon arch, but it's more of fifty percent. A chameleonish arch.

[superposition]

[Why is it the more you tell him about this the more questions he has???]

Right now it's about zero percent of anything. Give me that. [He's gonna just... try and grab it out of the Doctor's hands. It's not as if a little tug-of-war is going to break it more.] What do you even need something like this for? You couldn't do your testing anywhere else?

[helpline]

[ WELCOME TO DEALING WITH THE DOCTOR, QUBIT.

and what, no, rude, this is his jankyass headset and he's going to use it, the Doctor attempts to yank it back again. ] Well yeah, I could but if I used it here, I'd know sooner if it worked!

[superposition]

[Yeah Qubit pulls back too. Last time you used it it exploded, that's not much incentive to let you keep it.]

Oh, really. How's that.

[helpline]

[ Look at these children, I mean scientists. ]

One of the ways to know you've got your memory back is visual stimulus. I was trying to remember someone who'd show up here, so this is the perfect place for said stimulus.

[ said as the Doctor tries to yank the machine back. ]

[superposition]

If you don't remember them, how do you know they'd be here? Just admit it, you didn't think this through at all.

[Not that ... he would readily admit something like that himself. Do as I say, not as I hypocrite! He follows this up with an especially forceful yank, putting some weight into it.]