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American firewhiskey is brilliant.

Well. Thanks to that memory thing it's a little late to plan anything spectacular for myself but...

How many March birthdays do we have?

That was...a lot. I don't know how I could ever forget I have magic but-it felt Odd.

MAGES
Perhaps we need to form a round table but magical? I also don't think I've met many of you. Hullo. I'm Merlin. Yes, that one. No, please do not call me Emry's, I hate that name.

So Quentin and I are doing the adult Easter egg hunt. Anyone else planning on taking part? Seems fun and there's two eggs with money. That's incentive. Though I think after I will treat myself to some chocolate. A nice big bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs.

( Even if we never get our memories back we've still got each other )

Well thank Merlin I'm not legally responsible for THAT many teenagers. I think this calls for a night of drinks and poor decisions... once I find a sitter.

Uh... I should also apologize to anyone I made a complete and total arse of myself in front of. Sorry.

This is definitely an adult beverage kind of night.

I think I found what caused all this. It's just on the edge of town by the forest and the keep. But it's small.

Anyone sensitive to magic want to help? Or anyone in general? The more eyes the better since I'm not sure what we're looking for.

Since we're all in the same boat as far as memory issues go why don't we introduce ourselves all over again? I know. None of us know our real names but maybe we can come up with something for all of us to call each other. I'll go first.

I'm Yelena. I may or may not be married but I was definitely part of a book club.

1) I don't know where I am, or why I'm here.

2) I accidentally started a fire from my hands????? I stomped it out but it was startling

3) Do you happen to know my name

Now is the winter of our discontent

Things I know: There was a lass in my bed when I woke up. I have a...weird one way walkie talkie next to my bed. It keeps going off with codes I think I'm supposed to know. There were handcuffs on my headboard. I'm terrible at making breakfast.

Things I don't know: My name. The lasses name. Where I am. Why I have this clunky walkie talkie machine. Where I am. How to make Breakfast properly.

Is anyone else missing their entire life too?

I think I'm lost. I also don't remember why I'm lost.

How many of you can't remember anything?

I have no memories. Zero. But I will say my wardrobe is fabulous! So that's something. I know I'm in some strange magical world, but other than that I got nothing. I have a roommate/friend/boyfriend/something possibly and I have two cats.

I can't say I know any of you. I guess I should say I have no memories of you and looks as if no one knows what's going on. Does this mean we get to be a whole new person? That could be fun.

Here's a theory - maybe we're all dead. Wouldn't that just answer everything?

Maybe I hit my head or something but uh... I'm really confused right now.

Why am I in a castle? Is this a castle?

Oh hell. I'm... I can't remember anything. Anyone know my name?

Happy Valentine's Day James. This little guy is for Harry.

Who: James Potter & Eliot Waugh
When: Backdated to Saturday, Feb 10, at 1
Where: Eliot's apartment
What: Lunch
Rating/Warning: Probably low?

( It was rare that he had moments like these... )