InsaneJournal

Who: Connor Reilly and OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside the apartments
What: Trying to figure stuff out
Rating: TBD, but likely to be low
Status: In Progress

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Connor was still a bit confused. Since he had woken up that day with barely any memories or knowledge about himself, he'd felt a bit out of sorts. He couldn't imagine anything worse than not knowing who you are are what your place is in this world. This world being Colligo, so he'd at least figured that much out quickly, upon seeing a label on the phonebook, as well as the newspaper. If only he knew where he had put his wallet. Those always had ID, yes? He thought that was logical. Like his name, his school, some cards or items that gave him clues of himself and his past. He wished he had a journal. It was possible that he really could have had one. It's just a simple matter of not remembering writing in it, as well as not knowing its location. At least he had gotten more answers from Claire.. who was apparently his boss at the video store, where he stocked shelves. His name was Connor and he also went to the university. She seemed nice and forthcoming with the info. He didn't suspect anything. Besides, why would anyone lie or pull a joke like that? People didn't do that. No, he believed it was true, felt it. However, that was basic. He still needed to learn more. Like what kind of person he was. Was he nice like he is now? Did he make friends? Have any family members around looking for him? And what of his past, that was also very important. Not to mention.. what he liked, such as favorite movies, music, or games, any particular hobbies, and other things of that nature.

He had hoped it would come to him over time. That there would be an Aha, now I remember! type of moment for him. But it didn't. Nor did he get any brief flashes in his dreams. He'd hoped for that. But ti didn't happen. Probably wouldn't.. or it may still could, it was just too soon, or there could be any number of factors that was prevented it. Connor found that he hated feeling like this. He did have information about his identity, but it wasn't complete. So he decided to leave his room in order to clear his head and maybe get his bearings on things. Some fresh air would be good, anyway. So after cleaning up, he left his apartment building and wandered down to the courtyard, sitting on one of the benches he saw there. "Think, Connor," he mumbled to himself with a sigh as he held the PDA in his hand, "think. There must be a way to figure this out some more. There has to be." Another sigh as he glanced around and looked at his PDA. Maybe he should send a network message asking a few questions. Certainly couldn't hurt. In fact, he did just that, fingers now typing away on the keys of the device. He paused a few times as he thought of what more to say. After writing out a few more things, he hit the SEND button. There, it was done. He was curious if he would learn anything else now. Either by network replies, or possibly someone would be walking by him at some point. Perhaps both. But for the moment, he remained content sitting where he was, just taking in the things he saw around him. None of it was familiar even though he knew it was where he lived. He hoped there would be a solution to this predicament soon.