+The Sensory Deprivation Meme+

[winterbolt]

the SENSORY DEPRIVATION meme:
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. 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 name/fandom/options for scenarios
✖ Use RNG to pick your numbers (or don't)
1-5 for regular senses, 6-10 for moral sense, 11-16 for cracky senses.


The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident,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. 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 way ten feet without a sticky-note pasted to your forehead screeching GO THIS WAY YOU NINNY, but even then you probably wouldn't get that far. Good luck man cause it looks like you're going to be stopping and asking for directions whether you want to or not.

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 thing, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

(Taken [with some altercations] from bakerstreet)

Comments

[awesmazings]

[..UM....well, let's hope not. As long as he has Naomi in his line of sight he should be okay, but leave him for a second and you may never find him again.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Given that she keeps glancing back towards him, she's making sure Monobear hasn't whisked Jimmy away for one reason or another.]

... Do you have an electronic ID?

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy blinks, nodding quickly as he rummages in his pocket. He takes the thing out and flips through the profiles a bit until he reaches his own, handing it over for Naomi to examine.

His title appears to be "SHSL Positivity".]

[chatwithdeath]

... That's certainly a title.

[It's a mixed bag, but SHSL Positivity... really?] We should find your dorm room.

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy has nothing to say to that, shrugging. He knows why he got that title, of course, but that also underlines the fact that he doesn't really have any other talents.]

Where are the dorms in this place?

[chatwithdeath]

They're on the first floor - this floor- and directly down the hallway. Since the layout is circular, you'll reach them eventually.

[Like now... she holds out a hand to the first room and, if he looks, the others follow the curving hallway and disappear around the bend.]

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy swallows, looking in the direction she points. That....okay. That shouldn't be hard. Especially if it's just a single direction with literally no other places to go...right?]

Okay...so where's your room, then?

[chatwithdeath]

Further down the hallway. It's room seven. We should find out which one is yours.

[awesmazings]

Well...if there were thirty of you to begin with, that means I must be thirty one. Right?

[chatwithdeath]

There should be. Either one more has opened or he's moving you into one of the vacant dorms.

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy nods, hesitantly looking down the hallway.]

Probably...um....you...want to lead the way?

[chatwithdeath]

Of course.

[She continues leading on, looking between doors and numbers. Room thirty-one... was that anywhere here or would they have to begin checking locks?]

[awesmazings]

[Good thing too, or else they might be ending up somewhere entirely different. With the hallways being fairly linear and circular, the extra dorm isn't hard to locate- oddly enough, it seems to just....be there across from the 30th dorm, as if it had always been there.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Strange.... it was never there before. She really doesn't recall it, but maybe it always was and due to it being unoccupied, she just ignored it. She stops besides it.]

Here's your room.

[awesmazings]

[The boy lets out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding, carefully pushing the door open. The room is empty and furnished with the usual things that the rest of the dorms have- beds, dressers, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary, thankfully.]

Yep, this looks like the place. Thanks for your help, Naomi.

[chatwithdeath]

You're welcome, Jimmy. If you need anymore help, you know which room is mine... Make sure to use your map so you don't get lost.

[awesmazings]

I will, don't worry.

[Goodness knows he will, because he's still a bit worried that he's going to get himself hopelessly lost again...for reasons he cannot explain.]