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Hello? Anyone?

Uh, I'm fairly certain I'm not actually crazy, so can I get out of this hospital place now? It's very nice, lovely building, and yeah, I only have one leg and this metal fake leg and a walking stick so I get that maybe I should be in hospital for a valid reason, but I'm not crazy, I just don't know who I am. And there are people shouting about other people in their heads, and there was one girl who said she can like, fall through the floor or some shit, and yeah, I'm not like that. I'm not mad.

So where do I go to check out or whatever it is? And does anyone know me? I wouldn't mind going home, really. Wherever that is.

Right so... I get that nobody knows who they are and there doesn't seem to be any clues for most of us either. But does anybody out there have any theories on why we all seem to be suffering from the exact same form of amnesia? Just strikes me as a little odd, I guess.

Also. Anybody else out there have a pet cat with wings or am I just that special?

To add to the facts we all seem to be learning about ourselves today: I have apparently aged quite well for a woman going on one hundred and sixty. I suppose it could be far worse.

Although, I am still not particularly fond of waking up in the middle of the street with no memories whatsoever.

So... I just closed my hand in the door. And I said ow. Because that's what you're supposed to say when you close your hand in a door.

Only, it didn't actually hurt. Like, at all. So I did it again because, well, apparently I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed and it seemed like a good idea at the time and don't you all dare judge me because it's not like anyone ever told me that this was ever a possibility so. Anyway. The point is, I did it again, and this time I managed to bust my knuckles. And it still didn't hurt.

And then my busted knuckles healed. Instantly.

Any ideas? Other than 'clearly you're some kind of freak', I mean? Because I pretty much figured that one out on my own, thanks.

My nametag says my name is "Jo", so I think that's what I'm going to go on.

I think the cute freakishly tall guy I woke up next to at the bar might be my boyfriend.

What do you think, cute freakishly tall guy?

Apparently I'm in college, speak several languages, and can find things I misplace by thinking about them. I also don't like meat but, for some reason I'm pretty sure I don't want to even know, I do like blood.

Lots and lots of bags of blood.

Okay...I clearly wandered into the wrong room.

There's a room in this place that tried to kill me! With lasers and robots and all sorts of craziness.

What. The. Hell?

So I haven't figured out much of anything except that I might be a Wizard. I know how mental that sounds, but there was what appears to be a magic wand in my pocket when I woke up. I also have a wallet, but there was nothing in it, which is pretty weird; unless I got mugged.

So, I'm either a wizard who can't seem to do magic or I was pretending to be one, which is even more mental.

Hello?

This little thing kept buzzing like the dickens and I didn't know what it was until now.

Oh my god I think I just broke someone's face. What do I do!? I didn't mean to. I was just.. really strong. And I.. oh god.

[ooc: if anyone wants to say they accidentally got punched in the face and/or woke up with Faith, be my guest]

Dude. So I have a weird fuckin name - Atticus. A huge sword - Awesome. A massive dog that I can talk to named Oberon, and he says I'm a druid. I thought druids were the old guys with long white beards and robes and stuff. The dog is obviously crazy though, or I am because he has some crazy stories about like - beers with Jesus, and killing Thor, and talking to the earth.

This is insane. Anyone up for an actual beer? Jesus is totally welcome, but normal people would be cool too.

I am really starting to freak out here now. I don't know who I am, where I am, what I do for a living. The only thing that I know is that I might be a witch, I found potion bottles and some funny ingredients and that I might be going to school, I found a backpack full of books. But anything else nothing. I don't even know what my name is, I have been stuck in my apartment, but maybe a walk around would help me to remember some things. But still, what if I don't. Oh god, I need to keep my cool. Yes, just think happy thoughts, but I have no happy thoughts because I don't have any recollection of anything. I just want to know who I am, can anyone help me out? I just want to start crying right now.

[ There's the sound of metal clashing on metal. ]

I said stay away! Or I'll do it again!

[ Clang. ]

Stay back or I'll poke you full of holes! Don't think that I won't. I will!

[ Arya backs down the steps of the library, the sound echoing. ]

Leave me alone! I just want to know where I am and who you are! And, who I...

[ She yelps as she slips and hits the bottom of the stairs, falling down the last few and scraping her elbow. ]

[voice panicked and frightened, but trying to keep steady]

Oh my god, in this... wherever I am... all the voices... One of them just suddenly went away. So suddenly. Mid-thought. They didn't stop having the thought and think about something else, they're entirely gone from thinking.



I think someone died here.