the realignment meme... realignmement?

[illbebach]

THE REALIGNMENT MEME

>>> OH NO YOU'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO RADIOACTIVE ANTIMATTER FROM THE EIGHTH DIMENSION AND NOW YOU'RE THE OPPOSITE MORAL ALIGNMENT THAT YOU USUALLY ARE. But don't worry! There are ways to cure that!

THE RULES

01 POST AS YOUR CHARACTER STATING WHAT MORAL ALIGNMENT YOUR CHARACTER HAS SWITCHED TO. This can be the binary Good/Evil or something more nuanced like along the D&D spectrum, just as long as it's an approximate opposite of what your character is normally like, morally speaking.
02 COMMENT TO OTHER PEOPLE either anonymously or logged in TELLING THEM WHO TO CURE! So you'll comment to X's character with Y's name + the curing method number as listed below. Specify if you want X to be realigned as well in that thread OTHERWISE assume X is normal.
03 THREAD OUT THE SCENARIO FOR AT LEAST FIVE COMMENTS otherwise you will have failed curing dear, dear Y -- and how can you live with that guilt??
04 HAVE A TERRIBLY FUN TIME.

THE CURES

1] Physical intimacy. Either hugging or kissing or second base, there's only one rule: it must be a sincere effort.
2] Take them hostage. The only way to reverse the effects of scientifically sound radioactive antimatter from the eighth dimension is to kidnap the patient and hope they develop Stockholm Syndrome, or come to their senses.
3] Self-sacrifice. The only way to bring them back is to let them kill you/maim you. Or make them kill you/maim you.
4] Interrogation. You MUST force them to reveal a secret about themselves, or they'll be stuck this way forever. You can be as kind and persuasive or as Orwellian as you need to be.
5] Make them laugh. If you can make them laugh, you've reversed this unseemly and totally realistic ailment!
6] Therapy. Convince them that talking this out is the best solution -- because it's the only way to save them!
7] Confess your true feelings ABOUT THEM to them! The truth will set someone free.
8] Wait, you actually already have a magicscience/deus ex machina cure! But you have to FORCE the serum into them, by ANY MEANS.
9] Good old fashion smack around. Yes BEATING PEOPLE UP, isn't that what heroes do?!

Comments

[centurybaby]

[ her mind always had been her weakness. and daddy isn't around this time to protect her. but to her credit, jenny seems calm despite the situation, only narrowing her eyes instead of flinching when the bright, white room comes into being.

her stare goes to him, then to the table, and back again. she doesn't sit. instead, flatly: ]

We gonna have a little fucking tea party, Eddie?

[enigmaestro]

Let's hope not.

[He didn't ask her to sit, not even as the silver tray of knives and needles and and handcuffs materialized to the side of the table, not even as the room around them shrunk to his silent command. Bringing them closer together.

Stifling the air.]

I'm really not inclined to hurt you, Jenny. As it stands, I find you engaging. [His frown deepened.] But you and I both know why you're here, don't we?

[centurybaby]

[ her eyes drift to the new things that have conveniently appeared to the side of the table, but they don't linger long. she isn't afraid yet-- or if she is, she's done a good enough job of hiding it. but maybe she should be more afraid. after all, the powers of a reality warper are only good in reality.

here, in this place, she stays close to the edge of the small room, walking around it, dragging her fingertips across the walls. her face dares him to move towards her. ]

What, you wanna fucking stop me? [ she scoffs. ] How about you materialize me a pack of cigarettes first?

[enigmaestro]

I do, and I could be persuaded to encourage your less dangerous habit, Jenny, if you'll be willing to talk with me. [He chooses pointedly placid language. It's something he assumed she'd notice, and that thought in itself is a testament to the situation: Edward is not willing to underestimate Jenny Quantum.]

I'm curious to know what's in your mind, right now. [In. Not "on", as the colloquial would demand. He's tipping his cards and letting her see, and perhaps the very action of doing that much is enough to set off alarm bells. The materialized torture implements, sterile and virgin as they are, do not compare to the sadism within his veins, craving for a release.

He needs to save the world, he thinks. He needs to know her secrets.]

[centurybaby]

[ her eyes narrow. she's not having it. she doesn't like this. and while she doesn't seem inclined to raise her voice, it's probably worse that she's not letting herself seem angry. she's probably imagining how he'd take to a few nanoseconds exposed to deep space. ]

You don't have to fucking talk to me like I'm a ten-year-old throwing a fucking tantrum. You wanna talk? Get me a goddamn cigarette.