Project Papillon [Network]

I really don't understand this, at all. I keep breaking spoons. I thought maybe I was dreaming it but I'm not, and I can't fix them. It's very odd.

And the lady in the coffee shop told me to leave because of it, and wouldn't listen when I told her I wasn't doing it on purpose.

Ariadne? Ariadne, please, where are you?

Has anyone seen Ariadne?

( Ariadne )

Greetings, displaced citizens. I didn't take the time to grab my PDA when I was getting the hell out of Dodge finding my pants was difficult enough. And making sure my...Buffy got out too... but as soon as I settled in one place for more than five seconds, it just sort of showed up. I'm guessing everyone's got their PDAs back. At least, I hope everyone's got them.

This is a role call. Because we need to know who's here and who's missing, and who didn't make it. Take a moment, please, and reply here, so your friends and loved ones can find you? Just leave your name, and where you are if you want to drop that info. That way we can figure out who's missing, and maybe try to find them.

[Edited To Add]: Seems a lot of people are heading to the church. Might be a good place for people to meet up.

It's not here.

I tried, I tried looking everywhere, I tore my room apart, and I went looking for any sand I could find and any water that exists, and I looked in the shops and around where we show up, and everywhere and it's not here, not here at all. I said that, but you never know, not ever, perhaps it's hiding under the couch or in the freezer or on the roof or

The roof! I didn't look everywhere. I don't kno

This place is confusing.

I think those last couple weeks when I didn't remember my name, that was probably the happiest I've been in years.

Miss Ariadne. I would like to apologize if I have been a bit brusque these past weeks. I was not at all pleased with our hosts for taking my memories from me, and I'm afraid it may have spilled over to you and Mr. Eames.

I have returned to my senses only to find that my brother sister has been banished from this place, leaving my niece to fend for herself.

Persephone, you are of course more than welcome to stay with me until such time as your mother--or father--should return. I feel it only right that I should be responsible for looking after your well being. I hope we can grow better acquainted in the meantime.

I wonder if I might not need larger accommodations...

( Private: for Ariadne )

Aaaaaand I'm back. Thank Merlin for that
I can't believe I muggles ugh

Huh. You know, I'm quite fond of my memories. I'll just keep them right where they are in future, thanks very much.

Glad that's over with. Amnesia certainly isn't something I ever want to experience again. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as other things I've tried. Even sleeping was better and, aside from my arrival here, the only time I ever did that...

Well, that's not important, really. What is important is that I know who I am now, others seem to know who they are as well, and any real doubt that our hosts weren't monitoring our every conversation has since been put fully to rest, yeah?

What did they just
How dare they

Well, I suppose we can throw out not reacting to what they do as a plan... I really should stop saying things like that where they can see it, shouldn't I? Although I'm not sure I wasn't happier without

Is everyone alright?

You know, I think I liked being Andrew better.

Idea to fix name situations? Name tags. 

Hell, make up a name if you have to.

I'm starting to worry about myself. Just walking past a phone booth shouldn't make me feel so horribly alone, should it? I mean, it's just a phone booth, no one has big, horrible, traumatically life-changing moments while using a public phone, do they?

But I still feel like something's missing, something more than my memories. Like there's a, a, a gap in my mind that I can't fill, like only half of me's here, and I can't work out why.

It's the strangest thing. There is a building that I walk past every day, and it's some hideous mix of steel and glass and it generally looks like a train-wreck turned into a building. And every day that I see it, I wish I could change it somehow. Just knock it down and rebuild from scratch. Today I started looking round for some sand to do so. Make a model in sand, watch the building appear here. Since that makes so much sense.

So I thought perhaps I was an architect before I wound up here. But that's wrong, I'm not. The words don't even sit right in my head. And I don't have the hands of a builder.

Most confusing.

HELP!!!!!!

I didn't mean to do it! Honest! I don't even know how I did it! One minute I was just reading a book and then I thought "I bet that'd be fun" and then it was here in my room and now it's gone out the window!!!


[ooc: so. yes. adam can manipulate reality. he doesn't know this. thanks to a book he's been reading, there is now a dragon flying around the city. (to be fair, it won't eat anyone) XD]

Getting the basics out of the way first. I have no idea who I am, where I am, or what's going on. I don't seem to have a twin and I have a distinct lack of sprogs or weapons (more's the pity). I can't speak for the lovely young woman who was asleep on the couch beside me when I woke up, though.

Also, I really need a fag. And a mug of tea. Just saying.

I know my name now! I had hidden it away, but now it's back.

Hello, pleased to meet you all, I'm Daniel Eames.

Okay, I'm pretty sure this isn't a dream given that I can't build anything and if the message on the PDA is to be believed, it's not your garden variety kidnapping either.

Is there anybody reading this?

I spent all day yesterday looking at myself in the mirror. I haven't been so young in a very long time. It's very strange. Although I like not being so old. I went walking this morning, and don't ache all over now.

I think I like this.

I'm going to have tea now.

I don't remember building... well, any of this.

Did I forget? I don't think so.