[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

[gibken]

"Or." I pause since I know he's not going to like it, but at least I'm fairly certain he won't hit me as hard as Marvelous or Luka would. "We could just wait for a bit and see if it... rectifies itself."

[curryjolokia]

I smile. I can't help it! He's just being so.... moronic. And stubborn. And shy. And him. And for once I don't have to worry about what he'll think of me for my reaction.

"So how long've you waited so far? Just so, you know, after it fixes itself, we know how many hours to wait next time."

I wasn't born yesterday.

[gibken]

"Since I woke up." I answer glibly. Forced nonchalance. I'm not about to take his bait.

"Couple hours."

[I want to punch basco right now, can't blame you if you do too]

[curryjolokia]

"Looks like waiting is working great so far."

Not that I have a better suggestion for now, actually, so I probably shouldn't be teasing him so much.

Except that the more irritated he gets, the more strength he puts into his sit-ups, and I'm halfway trying to figure out how to get his shirt off him or at least rucked up so I can watch his abs better.

And hell, me teasing him is normal, right? Normalcy is reassuring when suddenly afflicted with strange illness, right?

See, I'm doing him a kindness.

[But why? XD]

[gibken]

"I thought so." Same forced casualness. It's no big deal. As long as Don doesn't find out. Probably not Gai either. Really, as long as none of them find out. Basco I can trust to just deal with it. The others will freak out, in their own way.

[because]

[curryjolokia]

...Watching him is nice and all but I'm bored now.

It's been a whole five minutes without him saying a single other thing, and while part of me wants to just tell him I'm leaving and let him sit there and freak out about keeping the others from noticing, the larger part of me likes to be the one playing with my toys, not leaving them for other people to prod at.

"Yanno.

"Luka, Hakase and Sparkles are gonna be back from shopping pretty soon. They might ask you to come down and help them with the bags, if they see you here. Since you know Luka bought more than they can carry and won't lift a finger of her own."

[gibken]

I know very well he's getting irritated with just watching me work out.

...He has a good point about the others, though. I pause in my sit-ups and push a hand through my hair, blinking a few times to test, but no. Still nothing.

"Yeah, that's... pretty probably. I forgot they were shopping." I swallow and turn my head towards where I think he is.

"Where's Marvelous?"

[curryjolokia]

He's off again, but only by a bit this time; still, it drives home the point of how screwed he'll be as soon as one of the others sees him.

"Not in the room," I tell Joe, leaning back to glance down the hallway as far as I can see it from my vantage point. "Yup, not at the door either. You want me to go find him? We can tell him what's happened..."

[gibken]

I'd reach for him, but I'm aware enough that I don't have a good enough handle on my sense of hearing and feel as to actually grasp him with a single go, and any more than that will only invite derision, if not outright mockery. Not to mention drive home how helpless I am at the moment.

"Don't." I growl softly. "He'll freak out and you know it."

[curryjolokia]

A soft laugh, as I stand and lean forward, grasping both of Joe's wrists, letting his hands grip my wrists as well, to help him off the bench and to stand without wobbling.

"How about we get you back to your quarters instead, then, and dodge the bullet for a bit longer? We'll have to tell him eventually, if it doesn't clear up on its own, but for now, I'll be your partner in inter-crew subterfuge."

It shouldn't be too hard to lead him - he knows the ship as well as I do. I'll keep him on the generally accurate bearing, and the rest should come from muscle memory.

[does crew-verse mean Sid, or Barizorg, or neither? I've forgotten :(]

[gibken]

Well, at least he's laughing. I let him take my wrists too, and turn my hands to grasp at his wrists in turn.

"My quarters, huh?" I mumble, a little daunted at the prospect of navigating stairs in my current condition. Sure, I know the Galleon as well as anyone, better than almost anyone. But I haven't counted the amount of steps into the lower deck, and I'm sure I'd miss at least one and go toppling to the bottom. Alone, anyway.

"Thanks." I sigh. If he's going to help, I'm not about to refuse.

[It's your call, since that's largely Joe characterisation. Last I checked it meant "happy"]

[curryjolokia]

There's a few more problems with the stairs than I expected, but they're generally minor, and it helps that Joe's room is one of the first ones off the main hallway, being the First Mate and all.

We're just in time - there's a clatter on the stairs as we close Joe's door behind us.

"Well, I certainly don't feel like getting drafted for grocery duty," I grin at Joe, releasing my hold on him and stepping half a pace back to see how he does on his own, in his own room. "Mind if I hide in here for a while?"

[I DON'T KNOW JEEZE I'm just wondering if he should be concerned about Sid being around :(]

[gibken]

He manages not to laugh at me when I stumble on the stairs, so I owe him that at least.

I hope we're actually in my quarters when he lets go of me. I can hear someone on the stairs and am glad we at least made it in time.

"Who does?" I ask rhetorically. I don't mind grocery duty normally, actually, but considering the current state of affairs. "Sure, make yourself at home." I grumble, not at him but at my own nerves as I gingerly navigate myself to my bed, hoping nothing drastic has changed since this morning when I successfully made it out.

[Let's say yes.]

[curryjolokia]

Make myself at home? Okay. I reach the bed first, and flop down onto it, sprawling out to full length and reach.

"Your bed's softer than mine," I whine, mostly in play. There are reasons that my bunk's made of sterner stuff than the rest of the crew's, and the fact that I have a bunk here at all should be enough to keep me from ever TRULY bitching. "I might steal your pillows."

[wait was it a yes or no question? XD Yes to Sid in Crew???]

[gibken]

I think he just walked right past me.

Yep, he definitely flopped down on the bed.

Well, fine. I change course and angle for my desk. I have a chair there. I can sit.

"Feel free." I grumble. "I only use one."

[curryjolokia]

....I reach out with one foot and kick the chair to the side, skidding it along the planks, sniggering meanwhile.

If you can't find the chair easily, I have a better idea for where you should sit. Hint: it's warmer.

"But I'd take all of them."

[gibken]

I can hear the chair go skittering, and I reach for it but I'm sure I just miss it.

God, he is such a bastard sometimes.

"So what?" I grumble, giving up and continuing to shuffle awkwardly towards the bed. "I can sleep on concrete, you know. In a wind tunnel. I could sleep anywhere."

[curryjolokia]

"Oh, good." A grin I'm sure he can hear on my voice. I pat my own chest welcomingly, scooting to one side of the narrow mattress to make enough space for him to climb on.

"I'm warm. Maybe warmth will fix your eyes?"

[gibken]

He's teasing me.

Why did I let him lead me down here, again?

Because anyone else would be too busy freaking out to tease me, is why.

I sigh and flop down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in both hands.

"That isn't even logical."

[curryjolokia]

He's close enough for me to grab, and I do, tugging him flat against me and then wrapping my arms and legs around him.

"No, it isn't, but it was a good excuse to cuddle you."

[gibken]

I flail a bit but I can't really fight back when I can't see him, so I sigh and give in.

"And how long have you been waiting for a good excuse?"

[curryjolokia]

"...Since the last time I had one?" I let one of my hands roam across his stomach, under the hem of his shirt.

"You are exceedingly cuddle-worthy. I don't know if you've looked in the mirror recently - well, I suppose not right now, heh - but you are." A gentle grope across his belly, fingertips tracing the divots between muscle groups.

[gibken]

I gasp, somewhat pathetically, it's true, but damn it, his fingers tickle.

I can't really shift away, though, he's wrapped around me too tightly, and I wouldn't get very far anyway.

"Oh, very funny," I deadpan. "Make fun of the blind guy."

[curryjolokia]

"I wasn't meaning to make fun of you," I say, and that's true enough. "It's just the turn of phrase, you know?"

The light touch is obviously bothering him, so I let my hands drag over his skin with greater weight, stroking just for the sake of stroking.

Sometimes I can avoid being a lech. Well. Mostly.

The point is, cuddles. And with my chin hooked over his shoulder, and my hold on him softening into more of an embrace and less of a wrestling lock, I press a crooked kiss to his jaw, right below his earlobe, and hum happily against his neck.

I know this has a snowball's chance in home of actually curing his sudden vision impairment, but the point isn't to cure it so much as to cure his mood. No reason to panic, and when we do get the rest of the crew involved - cause we'll have to - I don't think they'll panic as much as he's afraid they will.

But I'll see if I can't keep his mind off it for a while, do things that encourage him to keep his eyes closed and not notice the blind thing so much.

"Just relax, Joe. A little body contact won't kill ya."

[gibken]

"I'm not scared of you." I sigh. His arms are closed around me, and the warmth is comforting despite the lingering fear of being unable to see.

"It'll be alright," I mumble weakly, but I relax against the warmth of him.