[MEME: you guys all know where I got it, come on.]

[interpolate]

You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life? Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.

(TRIGGER WARNING: This meme deals with the loss of senses - blindness, inability to feel, etc. If the concept of blindness, deafness and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)



Post with your character. State in your post whether you want your character to be losing their senses and/or whether you want to roll/choose the scenario or are open (also note any scenarios that should be actively avoided for triggery/discomfort issues, this is supposed to be fun!)

Tagger(s), if needed, use RNG to pick a scenario or pick one that intrigues you. Go wild!

The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*

2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?

3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?

4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.

5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.


The Guiding Factors

6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.

7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.

8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?

9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.

10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.


The Quirky Ones

11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.

12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.

13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.

14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.

15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...

16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

Comments

[nonsamurai]

Why would I be upset?

[Lying on my back, looking up at you situated in your special samurai lord spot]

Besides you've hardly known me long enough to know whether I am a regular... drinker... or not.

[admittedly, sake has a bit of a different kick from the alcohol I'm accustomed to]

[sonofshiba]

[nods] That is true. I merely have not seen you inebriated previously.

You might be upset because you are in a country that is both familiar, and unfamiliar. Because you possess quite understandable concerns for your brother's physical and emotional wellbeing. Because you do not understand. Because you feel left out, and do not wish to feel so, as you know of Genta's love for you and that he never intended you to feel that way.

[watching you, wondering if one or more might connect]

[nonsamurai]

[upsidedown staring and scowling at you]

[how are you so perceptive]

[this is ridiculous]

He doesn't want me to be here.

[oops accidental honesty]

[sonofshiba]

[immediately]

He does. He merely fears for your safety.



[however, I have heard reports and suspect you more safe here...]

[nonsamurai]

[scowls, rolls over onto his knees to glare upright]

No he doesn't. He wants me to go back to America. He wants me to... to settle down. To marry maybe. That's... Dumb.

[sonofshiba]

[gazes back levelly]

It is something that many people desire...?

[nonsamurai]

No.

[scowling]

Not niichan. Not for me. I'm his little brother. He's supposed to want to protect me, not shove me off on someone else.

[sonofshiba]

[ah, this is difficult]

[quietly] I suspect he feels that this would give you significantly more safety. A 'normal' life.

He loves you greatly, Takeshi, and this is not a safe life.

[nonsamurai]

Safety is dumb.

[Petulant and eloquent]

[Not matter. I'm not a samurai]

I don't wanna be a samurai. [might as well be clear about the thing] I just don't want to be alone anymore.

[sonofshiba]

I would not phrase it so. I imagine knowing of your safety has enabled Genta to fight with more confidence.

[nods placidly] You wish to stay here permanently?

[nonsamurai]

I wasn't talking about him.

[for once]

Maybe not here, like, your house. But I guess that's what he wants, huh?

[sonofshiba]

[nods] I see.

If you wish to stay you are most certainly welcome.

[nonsamurai]

You've made that pretty clear.

[flops over onto his back again]

I don't know if that necessarily means I should be here.

[sonofshiba]

[quietly] I suspect Genta merely requires time to accustom himself to your presence.

You do not need to decide for your entire future at this moment, Takeshi. Stay for now. Go later, if you decide to, though I hope you will not.

[nonsamurai]

[scowling] I'm his brother.

[rolling to his feet] It doesn't matter anyway.

[sonofshiba]

...yes. You are his brother. A thinking, breathing, person with aims and thoughts of your own. Not a static image, safe in another country.

He loves both, of course.

It matters.

[nonsamurai]

[trying really hard not to shout] Not it doesn't!

[stops and turns to glare at you] I should have just stayed in America, he has made that abundantly clear. Well, too... too bad.

[sonofshiba]

[sighs, gets up]

Takeshi.

Please be gentle with him. He has... he has put much energy into finding me, when I was lost. It has tried him greatly.

Give him time to recover himself before you judge his feelings towards you.

[nonsamurai]

[whoa, he's standing]

[well, I'm standing too]

You don't send family away. No matter what. Not when they want to be here. You don't let them go.

[sonofshiba]

[...this is difficult]

Have you spoken to him?

[nonsamurai]

[scowling]

What about? About how he doesn't want me around?

[sonofshiba]

[wince]

Takeshi, in this work we have had to put all other connections aside. For the safety of those we love, and for the safety of the world. The rest of the team has had that considerably harder than I. I will not presume to speak with great accuracy on it.

We have barely begun to allow those connections again.

Please. Do not feel anger towards Genta. It is not his fault. If anyone's, it is mine. The fight has been all consuming, and he has... he has assisted me through much weakness.

Allow yourself time to speak with him and understand his feelings, as he must understand yours, before you reach for anger.

[nonsamurai]

I'm not angry!

[well aware that I sound angry]

I just don't want him looking at me and... and telling me to leave.

Maybe, maybe I want to fight too!

[sonofshiba]

[staying calm, for the most part, but it is not exactly difficult to tell that I am concerned]

You wish to fight? As a Shinkenger?

[nonsamurai]

[I don't think he's even human, who even lets themselves get shouted at like this?]

Maybe! Maybe I do!