The hunger started growing inside of Major almost as soon as he set foot back into the village. He knew it was beginning to bubble inside of him when he'd had a bite of a peach at the Inn and the thing tasted half like ash, half like fruit. While his amnesia took its time wearing off, he'd spent time in the woods, attempting to catch squirrels and woodland creatures to try and get some of their brains - just enough to satiate him until he could find a more permanent and more appetite-suppressing solution.

Luckily, he'd recovered all his memories and run into Liv and Ravi, both of whom were sharing the same cabin. He'd been told that they'd been gifted brains by the Gift Gods, which was nothing short of a miracle, considering all of them needed to get their cranial munch on with some regularity.

Ravi told him that they were still mapping out the personality traits of each brain, so Major chose one at random and decided to cut himself off a hefty chunk. He didn't need the whole thing, and he didn't need it every week the way Liv did, but he still needed enough to make the cravings and the hunger stop.

It wasn't soon before long that the personality of whomever once used that brain started emerging.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on perspective, it happened to be the brain of a young fashionista. It also happened that this particular fashionista hated everything clothing-related in the village.

When he goes around the village for this particular week, he can be seen wearing:

a blazer repurposed from his bright, raspberry-colored scrubs with no shirt underneath because ugh shirts, the collar of which has been adorned with various feathers he's found around the village (some might've been forcefully stolen off of a few unfortunate birds);
his usual jeans that he's tailored and tapered to fit more tightly (though nothing as abhorrent as a skinny jean);
perfectly "messy" (read: toussled just so) hair with a Zoolander Blue Steel pout to match;
his usual shoes;
and a rotating crown made of interwoven twigs, sometimes with flowers, other times not because nature. It really matches the ~aesthetic~ of the village and ties the whole thing together.

If he catches you eyeing his new threads, he might give you a judgmental sneer and a click of his tongue to his teeth, insisting that he was trying to go for something reminiscent of Gaultier Fall 2011, but ugh, it's impossible to make anything remotely decent of a runway in this place, what with the minimal fabrics and access to electric sewing machines.

But lord help you if you call the color red "blood orange." He might just verbally eviscerate you for that.

It's fucking red.

ota - arrival
It starts with the fountain: the rush of water, the stab of cold, the urgency of movement. There's a strange tingling in the back of his mind, like trying to grasp at smoke as muscles seem to tap into some kind of familiarity with his movements. It's like they've done this before, but don't remember how, or when, or why.

He knows to swim up, towards the light. He knows to break the surface of the water.

Instead of blindly panicking at the burst of oxygen in his lungs, he instead treads the fountain, head turning this way and that, like he's trying to make sense of it all. But not in the rabid way most people coming through the fountain seem to go about things; instead, the proverbial smoke wafting from his ears indicates that he's trying to complete a puzzle without all of the pieces. They're just out of his reach, just beyond his fingertips. But he knows that they're there.

He hoists himself up over the lip of the fountain, swinging his legs over to plant his feet on the ground. Even that carries a familiar sensation he doesn't quite understand. He lets his legs do the walking with a mind of their own, and he travels the pathways with confidence and assuredness.

He might be seen in various parts of the village, staring at the sky or the trees or a bush, wandering near the riverside, loitering by the inn, contemplating how all of this feels like a homecoming when the only home he can assuredly remember is Seattle.

for liv - a few days after arrival
The memory loss begins to fade with each change in angle from the sun overhead, and though he spends his first few nights outside (thanks, Boy Scouts!), he eventually finds himself wandering towards the house he and Ravi had shared when he'd last been in the village. He can't believe he's back here, but damn if he isn't excited to see his best friend. (There is the lingering thought that Ravi might be gone, but he won't allow himself to entertain this fear for too long. He has to cling to some kind of hope).

He's not too far off from the cabin when he's struck with a deep hunger pang that seems to reverberate in his rib cage and down to his toes. Crap. He's going to need to find food. But not the normal kind of food he knows he can get at the house or the Inn. He needs a ... different kind of sustenance, one he'd only been starting to worry about when he was last here and the food at the feast tasted like ash in his mouth.

Unwilling to be around another living human being while in his current state, he decides to do what he'd done before: going all Elmer Fudd on the local wildlife, namely squirrels and rabbits. He has a better chance with the former than the latter, so at the sight of one, he lurks in a nearby bush, taking slow and quiet steps towards the unsuspecting creature.

When he's close enough, he pounces, but instead of catching the thing by the torso the way he'd anticipated, he only gets a handful of yanked-out tail fur. With a groan, he lets his forehead hit the ground beneath him, prostrate on his belly in his defeat.

for ravi - once fed
"Luuuuucy! I'm hoooome!" Major announces as he bursts through the door of the cabin he'd called home for some time however many months (years?) ago. He has no idea how long it's been since he'd last set foot in the village, or since he'd last seen "Imposter Ravi," but he knows that he's been gone. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have come gasping through the fountain the way he had. There's a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach for how awful it probably was for Ravi, but he hopes he can make it up to him somehow. Maybe he can .. whittle him a figurine. Or .. learn how to knit and make him a new sweater vest.

"Ravi?" he calls out, quietly closing the door behind him as he walks further inside. It almost feels like trespassing, like a B&E, even though this was his home once, too. Things feel .. different enough to make him feel more like a stranger and less like a resident. "Ravi? You here, man?"