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[The PDA cuts on to the sound of someone waking up. What was initially slow, even breathing becomes a startled gasp followed almost immediately by a muffled thump as blankets are shoved to the floor. The voice is hesitant, wary, and definitely confused.]

What the... [a pause; the sound of footsteps moving about] Ooookay, this is new.

[There's some more moving around; the man is clearly speaking to himself]

Did I get drunk last night? Because I don't remember [another, slightly lengthier, pause] anything, actually. Not... anything.

[He pauses, takes a deep breath.]

Right. Calm down. There's no need to wig out, here. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation as to why I'm in a room, with no memories of how I got here, or who I am, or... [a pause; a bit of shuffling as he moves closer to one of the walls] why in the hell there are all these cracked out looking symbols everywhere. [another pause] Or enough weapons to fight an army. [yet another pause] If the army was afraid of bottles of, uh, oil and random, pointy silver... things.

[another pause; his tone turns flat as he's clearly still rooting through some of his stuff]

Really. Seriously. What the actual fuck?

I woke up in the middle of a grocery store...with absolutely no idea who I am and how I got there in the first place. Which is strange. You think I'd remember at least my name. And how I got there.

Also...to whoever was with me, I apologize for screaming and freaking out the way I did. I really wasn't making things any better.

[ooc: If someone wants to be the person who was in the store with Jules, feel free.]

I don't know who took me, or how you made me forget who I am, but you really messed up when you left this shotgun in here with me because I might not know my name or none of that but I do know how to use a gun I think. So unless you want me to shoot you, stay away from this room and give me back my memories!!!

Right...

Woke up on the steps of a library. Don't know where I am. Don't know who I am. I do know I'm Scottish. Because I sound Scottish. So there's that.

Oh. And nobody can see me. I tried to talk to some people but they just ignored me. And I tried to grab someone's arm because I thought they were just being berks, but my hand went right through them.

Anyone know how to help with that? Can anybody see this? Am I just talking to myself?

(OOC: Alex is a ghost, so she can't be seen or touched by normal people. Adam fixed that back when Annie was in the city, but she's still invisible to locals.)

Что ... Что случилось? Кто я?

Почему у меня меч? ... Почему я весь в крови!


[a long pause, throat clearing, then in Russian-accented English]

H-Hello? Hello?



[OOC: Warning: abuse of Google translate ahead.]

I woke up in what seems to be a pie shop? It had pies everywhere. Why would I be waking up in a pie shop, I don't even like pie! Or do I? I don't know I'm so confused.

[she looks around and then starts thinking about another place. Blue orbs start to surround her and she's suddenly in the park]

Whoa what just happened? I was just in the pie shop and now I'm here at the park. It seems as if I have some sort of power.

[hears someone or something and it frightens her so she turns around and an explosion can be heard and Melinda screaming]

Oh my god, I just blew something up with my hands. What is going on? I think I need to head home now. But where's home?

I woke up in a nursery with two crying newborn babies. Twins. I think they're mine. I mean, I could be babysitting, but new parents don't often leave their kids with other people, right? They seemed to...respond to me pretty well, so I have to be their mom, right? I'll keep an eye on them though. Just in case I'm not really their mom. But I think am.

I'm also pretty sure I'm married. Since I've got a wedding ring on my finger. But I've got no idea who my husband is. Or wife. Since I guess I could be a lesbian, or something.

You'd think I'd remember important things like my name, if I'm a mother, or if I'm a lesbian or not.

Okay..... so, I woke up in the library.... and I don't remember who I am or why I was here. And I keep hearing these thoughts... I can't shut them off and they aren't mine. I don't.... does anyone know who I am? I don't have a wedding ring or anything..... so I know I don't have a husband or anything. I just don't know and I don't know how to get home. If anyone knows me, that would be great. And I'm Southern.... that's something. I can't find anything that has my name on it....

HELLO? IS ANYONE ALIVE OUT THERE? I WOKE UP HERE, ON SOME RANDOM STREET. THIS METAL THING THAT SEEMS TO BE MY ARM IS DAMN PAINFUL AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO.

HELP!

[ooc: Since Ed just arrived he still didn't know technology before this happened. Also this metal thing is him referring to his automail :) that he actually doesn't know what it is since he's new.]

Would someone like to explain what the hell is going on? I have no idea whose freak show apartment this is, but there are bags of blood in the refrigerator. I'm really sure that I don't live in Little House of Horrors.

I woke up in an air vent. It's kind of comfy up here, but I don't think I live here.

Oh! But the vent is attached to a ginormous casino with lots and lots and lots of money. That makes me really happy. I think I'm going to just stay here even if it's probably not my house.

Anybody else not really freaking out all that much about all of this or is that just me?

Ladies and gentlemen,

At this point in time, I believe we've all established that while we do not understand how we came to be in this place or who we even are -- we're all here together. It is my understanding is that we all are suffering from some sort of mass amnesia. What the cause of it is so far? I will be completely honest with everyone, I do not know. An acquaintance of mine that also woke up suffering from this might possibly begin to look into what the cause of this mass amnesia is but, truth be told, we have no idea what we're looking for. But do not allow this to be a cause for concern, ladies and gentlemen. Just allow it to be a cause for a sliver of relief. We are attempting to fix what has happened to us or, at the very least, get to the root of all the problems.

I can understand what you're all going through, but calmer heads persevere. What we need is to establish some sort of footing. For those individuals who have woken up in the middle of stores, the streets, or general area of the public--I will be looking for a place for everyone to stay. I will keep you updated in this cause but for the time being, I would appreciate for everyone to look out for everyone else. Even if it doesn't feel as though it isn't in your nature to do so. It is likely better to have a stranger in the same circumstance as you rather than one of the residents who seem to ignore the lot of us. I can imagine a lot of us are feeling lost, alone, and frightened. Our only chance is taking a leap of faith with each other rather than toughing it out alone. I urge you to reach out and I will do my best to assist you.

Mister Domino.


[ filtered to those with...gifts ]

Following the above message, I have a concern to address with those with abilities. If you feel, in anyway, as though you are a danger to other individuals. Isolate yourselves. The last thing we need aside from mass amnesia is mass panic. If you have anything to say at all, feel free to use this as an open forum to address your concerns. Being different isn't a terrible thing. Being ignorant of how your differences could affect others is, however. This is not singling you out or calling you a danger to society. It would just likely be safer for you and for everyone else to have someone to account for you.

I hope you approach this with understanding rather than aggression.

So I'm in this apartment and I'm not sure what's going on, except I apparently have weird amnesia, like everyone else around here. Oh, and my dad's here. I'd think maybe I just had a thing for really older guys, but he has a trampy girlfriend. Who's way too young to replace my mom. I have serious problems with this. I don't remember anything, but I'm pretty sure I have problems with this. Her name's probably something stupid like Brandi with an I or Tiffani also with an I or something trashy

Does anyone need help with anything? Because I could probably help with stuff if anyone needs it. And I really want to get out of here.

( Edit: Added later, filtered against "Chris" and "Angela", and all adults...but especially those two )
So my dad and his skanky girlfriend are going out. Who wants to come over? I'm thinking party. Who's up for it? We all have amnesia. May as well have some fun.